Stripe On A Nine Ball chords by Calvin Russell

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
G
It was hotter than hell in the old no hotel motel
C              G
No women and no swimming pool
 C             G          G7
I couldn't find a honey and damned it weren't funny
G     D      G
To wake up alone with a fool
G                     G7
Beneath the shade I saw a pretty young maid
     C              G
She had a mop, and a pail, and a broom
     C              G
She said you bad blues singer, I'm a bad news bringer
G        D       G
And ir's time to untangle your room

Chorus:
C              G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
G                   D  D7
Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
G          G7    C    G
She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G       D       G
While I'm busy making up tunes


Verse 2:
G
The manager called and he said checkout is eleven
     C              G
And your twenty-four hours overdue
      C             G          G7
I placed a star by your name and it don't stand for fame
G          D         G
It means the sheriff will be calling on you
G                          G7
Heard a knock at the door and my boots hit the floor
     C           G
Had my guitar and my grass in my hand
      C           G
I heard the shotgun crescendo as I crashed through the window
G           D         G
It sounded louder than a marching brass band


Chorus:
C              G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
G                   D  D7
Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
G          G7    C    G
She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G       D       G
While I'm busy making up tunes


Verse 3:
G
Well I sold me a song to a big star in Nashville
  C             G
His agent just called me today
      C          G          G7
and he said its number one, you lucky son of a gun
G         D      G
and you got riches coming your way
G                          G7
But I'm a low life with no wife, just a no show hobo
     C               G
Ever listenin' to the whistlin' freight train
     C              G
And if I find me some riches, I'll be like the other sons-a-bitches
G                  D      G
Taking all the pleasure and leaving nothing but fame


Chorus:
C              G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
G                   D  D7
Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
G          G7    C    G
She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G       D       G
While I'm busy making up tunes