C
He spent fifteen years getting loaded
F
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
C F
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink
C
The doctor said what you been thinkin' 'bout
F
Bob said That's the point
C
I won't think about nothing
F
Now I gotta do something else
OI OI OI
C
To pass the time Bob shaved his head
F
He got a new identity
C
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
F
And a girl who rides a scooter
C G
Gonna take him out of town
C F
They would get away
C G C
Riding around as the trucks drive by
F
You could here the mother fuckers go
During the trumpet solo play the chords C G C F
C
A couple of lines an extra thermos of Joe
F
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show yeah
C
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
E
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
F
When the doctor tells him to
C Bb F
Quit your drinkin' now's the time
G
Will he ever walk the line
C Bb F
To all my friends I feel just great
G
But will he ever walk the line
C Bb
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
F G
Red suspenders
C Bb F
Once a day he shaves his head
G
But will he ever walk the line
A G D E
Will he ever walk the line
A G D E
Will he ever walk the line
A G D E
Will he ever walk the line
A G D E
Oh will he ever walk the line
For the end play the chords C G C F