Country Boys Playlist
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Turn The Page Intro: Em Em On a long and lonely highway east of omaha D You can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long song A Em You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before Em And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do D When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do A Em You don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through D Em But here I am, on the road again D Em Here I am, up on the stage D A Here I go, playing the star again C D Em There I go, turn the page Em You walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road D And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold A Em You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode Em Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't D All the same 'old cliches: is that a woman or a man? A Em And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand Refrain Em Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away D Every ounce of energy, you try to give away A Em And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play Em Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed D Echos of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head A Em As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said Refrain X2 Gimme Back My Bullets A C D A Life is so strange with it's changin', yes indeed A C D A Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me. A C D A But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do A C D A And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you A Gimme back my bullets D C A Put 'em back where they belong D C A Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun D C D E Ain't gonna see no more damage done A Gimme back my bullets A C D A Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town A C D A And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around A C D A But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you A C D A And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues CHORUS A C D A Been up and down since I turned seventeen A C D A Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream A C D A But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday A C D A Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way Long Line of Losers Montgomery Gentry D G Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee ran moonshine from here to Tennessee D A spent half his life in the montgomery county jail D G grandma she got drunk and left her kids on her mamas front steps D A D nobodies heard from her since she high tailed CHORUS D I come from a long line of losers G half outlaw half booser D A I was born with a shot glass in my hand D G a little hippie, a little redneck, I'm always a suspect D A D my bloodline made me who i am D G Daddy never finished school but he shot one mean game of pool D A Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Birmingham. D G Mama always went to church but we soon found out what her reasons were D A D She got caught at the local motel with the preacher man. CHORUS D A D yeah my bloodline made me who I am Land Down Under Men at Work B A B GA B A B GA Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, D A B GA "Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." Buying bread from a man in Brussels, He was six foot four and full of muscle I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich, And he said, "I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." (Yeahhh!) Dying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and nothin' much to say I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me, Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said, "Oh, you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (ooohh) You better run, you better take cover." We are.. Livin' in a land down under, Where women glow and men plunder, (yeahhhhhhhhhh) Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (thunderrrrr!) You better run, you better take cover. Livin' in a land down under, Where women glow and men plunder, Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo yeahhhh!) Then I run, and then I take cover. (yea) We are... Livin' in a land down under, (underrrr) Where women glow and men plunder, Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo da da laa yeahhh!) Then I run, then I take cover "Folsom Prison Blues" I hear the train a comin' It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.. When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son, Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.. Soooey! I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me... Well if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... Mama Tried Merle Haggard D G D G First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin' D G A7 And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride D G D G On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound D A7 D And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild Mama seemed to know what lay in store 'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin' 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore CHORUS: D G D And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole G D A7 No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried D G D Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied, A7 D that leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right, but I refused CHORUS Good Riddance Green Day G-8 C-4 D-4 X2 G C D Another turning point a fork stuck in the road, G C D Time grabs you by the wrist, and directs you where to go Em D C G So make the best of this test and don't ask why Em D C G It's not a question but a lesson learned in time Em G Em G Its something unpredictable but in the end it's right Em D G I hope you had the time of your life. G-4 C-4 D-4 - {plucked} G-8 C-4 D-4 - {strummed} G C D Take the photographs and still frames in your mind G C D Hang it on a shelf and in good health and good time Em D C G Tattoos the memories and this test go on trial Em D C G For what it's worth it was worth all the while Em G Em G Its something unpredictable but in the end it's right Em D G I hope you had the time of your life. SOLO {strummed} G-4 C-4 D-4 X4 Em -4 D-4 C-4 C-4 X2 Em G Em G Its something unpredictable but in the end it's right Em D G I hope you had the time of your life.