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Words and music by hank williams, sr. |
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I [c]know there's never been a man in the awful [c7]shape i'm [f]in |
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I can't even [c]spell my name, my [d7]heads in such a [g7]spin |
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To-[c]day i tried to eat a steak with a big old [c7]table-[f]spoon |
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You got me chasin' rabbits, [c]walkin' on my hands |
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...and [g7]howlin' at the [c]moon. |
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Well, (*sug), i took one look at you and it almost drove me mad |
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And then i even went and lost what little sense i had |
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Now i can't tell the day from night, i'm crazy as a loon |
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You got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon. |
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Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree |
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'cause there ain't a hound dog in this state that can hold a light to me |
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I eat three bones for dinner today, then tried to tree a 'coon |
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You got me chasin' rabbits, scratchin' fleas and howlin' at the moon. |
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I rode my horse to town to day and a gas pump we did pass |
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I pulled 'im up and i hollered whoa!, said fill 'im up with gas |
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The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham!, he changed my tune |
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You got me chasin' rabbits, spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon. |
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I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard |
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But honey baby, when i fell the whole world must have jarred |
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I think i'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom |
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You got me chasin rabbits, pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon |
