A B7 D E
A B7
Pouring rain', cracked front window
D E
I turned off my radio
A
And reached to my boot
B7 D
For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask
E
To take a drink of what it holds
A
She was looking at her feet
B7
When I saw her on the street
D E
She was holding tight to someone else's hand
A B7
So I kept on rolling and now here I am
D E F A D E
And I'm gonna si-ng 'til i stop cry-in'
A B7
The earth moves slow out west of llano
D E
Better pull this car of mine off-road awhile
A B7
And reach to the back for my daddy's old martin
D E
Hold it oh so close to me
A B7
I'd sing me some Jones or sad Newberry song
D E F A
I'm gonna si-ng 'til I stop cry-in'
F#m A F#m E
Cry-in'....cry-in'...
A B7
Pull out my smokes, I pull out my Zippo
D E
And fire it up cause there's nothing left to do
A B7
Well, the morning sun it's a coming on
D E
Guess it's safe to say that I wont make work today
A B7
But a Roger Miller song sure sounds fine to me
D E F A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'
D E F A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'
F#m A
Conway run to find Miss Tammy
F#m E
Willie would you call Miss EmmyLou
D E F A
Cause I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'
D E F A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'