Chorus 1: A A D D It's just enough to get the band cleared, a case of beer, shorin’ up the load A A E E It's just enough to get a full tank, a little dank from some dude in the second row A A D D Here’s to hopin’ this guitar will make it through, the end of this run A E D A Here’s to knowin’ it’s the last song man, I’m doin’ what I can. Well I’m a fast-movin’ son of a gun Verse 1:
E E D A I don’t say much if I even talk at all D A E E Well you can find out what you want to know, if you listen to my songs F#m D A - E D D You did not come in here to hear me speak and I came in to sing A E A A It’s all about the song and the line and the words and the melody E E D A I never did care to be classified because D A E E I never did call it anything to hide what it really was F#m D A - E D D I love rock n’ roll and songs with soul but let’s call a spade a spade A E D A Yeah, that’s a pop record man, you’re a Nashville fan, if you could sing then you’d have it made Instrumental: F#m D A - E D D A E A A Bridge: F#m D A - E D D And I appreciate your good taste and I appreciate your time A E A A And if we never meet again, I’ll assume the pleasure’s all mine Chorus 2: A A D D It's just enough to get the band cleared, a case of beer, shorin’ up the load A A E E It's just enough to get a full tank, a little dank from some dude I did not know A A D D Here’s to hopin’ this guitar will make it through, the end of this run A E D A Here’s to knowin’ it’s the last song man, I’m doin’ what I can. Well I’m a fast-movin’ son of a gun A(hit) E(hit) D(ring) A(ring) Here’s to knowin’ it’s the last song man, I’m doin’ what I can. Well I’m a fast-movin’ son of a gun
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