[Verse]
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I was seven stories up with my toes over the rail
E A
I'd had it with this place, it couldn't be no worse than hell
D
Jim said, 'Bring that blonde hollow body to the Pig'
E A D A
Lookin' back it just might be the best thing I ever did
A D
We picked along and pecked at the greatest country tunes
E A G#m F#m E
Rocked 'em, rolled 'em, smoked 'em, murdered crows and a Prince song or two shaboogie
A D
He came from out 'round Texas, I'm a red clay Georgia dude
E A D A
Between the two of us, we know every song worth listenin' to
[Chorus]
D A
We ate barbecue on Saturdays and picked late into the night
E A
Bringing truth and honesty through the songs that we tried
D A
Garon's on the mic cryin' out a Haggard song
E A
I'm out on the front porch with a Snickers and my phone
D A
Jim's makin' rounds drinkin' a beer with all our friends
E F#m G#m A Am6 G#m6 Gm6 F#m6
They say the good things must all come to an end
D E A
But just like Frank and Jesse James someday we'll rise and ride again
[Verse]
A D
Takin' it easy on a wagon wheel impressing Chinese girls
E A
We'd salute old Stapleton and takes our hats off to Steve Earle
D
Amos Lee and Amos Moses, I never met either one
E A D A
But they was tight and in the pocket when Brian was banging the box drum
D
Our friends would be shouting out the songs they wanted heard
E A
But never once did they yell out, "Ya'll, Do Free Bird"
D
I'd be up there on a table at the end of our last set
E A D A
I wasn't back in Alabama, but it was close as I could get
[Chorus]
D A
We ate barbecue on Saturdays and picked late into the night
E A
Bringing truth and honesty through the songs that we tried
D A
Garon's on the mic cryin' out a Haggard song
E A
I'm out on the front porch with a Snickers and my phone
D A
Jim's makin' rounds drinkin' a beer with all our friends
E F#m G#m A Am6 G#m6 Gm6 F#m6
They say the good things must all come to an end
D E A
But just like Frank and Jesse James someday we'll rise and ride again
[Bridge]
A D
We'd be tryin' out some crazy song some laowai wanted played
E A
When he'd step back from the mic, nod, and look at me that way
D
I might've never heard it, but that never meant a thing
E A D A
We just jump, and on the way down we would build the wings
[Chorus]
D A
We ate barbecue on Saturdays and picked late into the night
E A
Bringing truth and honesty through the songs that we tried
D A
Garon's on the mic cryin' out a Haggard song
E A
I'm out on the front porch with a Snickers and my phone
D A
Jim's makin' rounds drinkin' a beer with all our friends
E F#m G#m
They say the good things must all come to
E F#m G#m
They say the good things must all come to
E F#m G#m A Am6 G#m6 Gm6 F#m6
They say the good things must all come to an end
D E A
But just like Frank and Jesse James someday we'll rise and ride again