A man came knocking down my door trying to save my soul
He hammered on his bible hard and looked up to the lord
He said strike me dead if I'm doing wrong in sharing in your glory
He said I guess that settles it, I'll see you Sunday morning

Railroad track behind my house hearing choo-choo all night long
Breaking powder into dust, living life all wrong
Chasing down another song as my heart beats on the rails
The place I knew as heaven boys, I'm turning into hell

I'm probably heading there myself
Like the tramp thats sitting on the train
I'm catching what I can as I watch it roll on by
I guess I ain't no Townes cause I'm waiting around to die

A whistle in the distance is loading up last call
My feet are stuck here in this rut and I can't get up at all
It's blowing smoke, picking up speed and heading out of town
The only place I'm heading is 6 feet in the ground 

Cattle in the field are laying, waiting on the rain
I'm slaving just to live, but I wish I could do the same
We'll fatten 'em up then send them off to the the slaughterhouse down south
Get some cash, raise the calf then do it all again

I'm probably heading there myself
Like the tramp thats sitting on the train
I'm catching what I can as I watch it roll on by
I guess I ain't no Townes cause I'm waiting around to die

Heading There Myself

Well my only friend is a bottle of whiskey
I left that small town for the big bright city
But the move might not've been as easy as I put on

I left that girl smiling as we parted ways
I can't help but think that I made a mistake
But I'm too damn stubborn, to pick up the phone
No, the move might not've been as easy as I put on

But I'll grind it out just like I've done before
I'll do what it takes to get my foot in the door
I'm starting all over with a clean slate
by the time I'm done I'll have filled my plate
This road it chose me and now, it's the road I'm on
But the move might not've been as easy, as I put on

I made it through a sickness that I caught the other day
Just medicated myself in my own way
I might check out early, but I'm feeling fine now

I woke up this morning to a beer and a bowl
It's nothing I'm proud of it's just what I know
It takes the edge off makes the day, not seem quite as long
But the move might not've been as easy as I put on

But I'll grind it out just like I've done before
I'll do what it takes to get my foot in the door
I'm starting all over with a clean slate
by the time I'm done I'll have filled my plate
This road it chose me and now, it's the road I'm on
But the move might not've been as easy, as I put on

The Move

My uncle died at 43 and a 1/4, he never saw 44
He used to blow smoke from out of his nostrils
I thought that he was so cool
I picked up his habit at 16, It turned some girls on when I was young
Someday this soft pack with the death of me
Either way I still would've passed on

It's more than a habit I guess
It's more like a way of life
Sneaking outside to hide from the light
Even though they know why I'm gone
I guess that it passes the time
As shorten my time here
You say I'm living my life all wrong
When I say you're not living at all
When I'm dead and gone, bury me in a song

My best friends dad had a stock of beer, in the corner of a three car garage
Sometimes old habits die hard
Sometimes young folks catch on
Now I 'm pushing a cart full of beer
But my head's finally in the right place
I hardly drink to get drunk anymore
I guess I just I'm just used to the taste

It's more than a habit I guess
It's more like a way of life
Sneaking outside to hide from the light
Even though they know why I'm gone
I guess that it passes the time
As shorten my time here
You say I'm living my life all wrong
When I say you're not living at all
When I'm dead and gone, bury me in a song


More Than A Habit

I was a man with a gun on his shoulder
One on my ankle and one in a holster
She was a girl who could cook, clean and shoot
And wasn't that bad in the sack to boot
The two of us together made quite a pair

I was a man hell bent on being bad
But she made damn sure I knew what I had
She strutted around like an old country queen
She smiles a little more when she starts to get mean
but the little game she's playing, finally getting to me

Never mess with a woman who can shoot
She'll try on your pants and try to fill your boots

I don't I don't mind her wearing my shirt
She looks good in denim and smelling like work
But she's too petite to fill these jeans
Cause I ain't the smallest if you know what I mean
I'm thinking It's about time I get on my way

I had a friend hell bent on being bad
He had his eye on the woman I had
I gave him my blessing along with a warning
Strap on you guns early in the morning
Cause a girl who can shoot will try to steal your soul

Never mess with a woman who can shoot
She'll try on your pants and try to fill your boots

I called up my buddy to come out to the bar
He said I would but that he was dog tired
She's got me doing dishes but they ain't that bad
I really want to keep this girl I have
Looks like she got herself a new pair of jeans

Never mess with a woman who can shoot
She'll try on your pants and try to fill your boots

Woman Who Can Shoot

I used to sing country music, I used to play rock 'n' roll
I used to pick them blues boy, back when I had soul
I've spent my fair share, pushing through rowdy crowds
I used to sing country music, I used to make momma proud

But I ended up in honky-tonks damn near every night
I'd  give out free shiners, drinking cold bud light
These days I'd be lucky to handle a shot without falling down
I used to sing country music, I used to make momma proud

People used to turn their heads when I walked through them doors
I had my pick of the ladies then spin 'em all around that floor
these days there's too much rock and roll and they crank it up so damn loud
I used to sing country music, I used to make momma proud

But I ended up in honky-tonks damn near every night
I'd  give out free shiners, drinking cold bud light
These days I'd be lucky to handle a shot without falling down
I used to sing country music, I used to make momma proud

I Used To Sing Country Music

Save me a stool, I'll bring my cue and I'll show you how it's done
I'm all for honky-tonking, I'm all for having fun
I'm not the type to drink a beer just because I like the can
Hell I usually drinking every chance I can
Cause I ain't trying to be  no star
I just like playing at the bar

A record man said I like what you're playing, I think you can go far
How's about you come in for a meeting, oh and bring your guitar
They sat me down, tried set me straight, talked at me to see if I shake
I wish I had a picture of the look up on his face
When I said I ain't trying to be  some star
I just like playing at the bar

I feel like a million bucks when I hit that stage
And heaven is a tuned guitar waiting to be played
There's a lot of dancing chickens you can pay to play my songs
Hell and I'll be lucky if I get paid at all

Someone told me your songs are little too catchy not to catch on
You might hear one on the radio before too long
I looked down, spit through my teeth, kicked the dirt beneath my feet
I'm hoping that it's ages before anyone hears of me
Cause I ain't trying to be star
I just like playing at the bar

I feel like a million bucks when I hit that stage
And heaven is a tuned guitar waiting to be played
There's a lot of dancing chickens you can pay to play my songs
Hell and I'll be lucky if I get paid at all
Cause I ain't trying to be no star
I just like playing at the bar

Playing At The Bar

jesse worked for uncle sam, greasing motors for the man
like he was raised into
it ain't much of a chore, if it's something that you know
that you were born to do
jesse's hands were never clean, people thought that he was mean
because he spoke his mind
A good ol' boy living by the code, dirty boots on a country road
walking the line

Jesse served his country well, left his town to fight like hell
for America
Jesse fought for you and me, so we can laugh, and just be free
to live the day-to-day
Say a little prayer for your serviceman today

Jesse died in a white bed, after writing family and friends
without making a sound
Armed Guards folded a flag, the trumpets started playing taps
when they laid him in the ground
His brother spoke on his behalf, with a smile and a whiskey glass
as he read Jesse's words
don't spend your life chasing tomorrow, tip it back and take a swallow
God bless the USA


Jesse's War

There's a festival in Texas that's kind to my type
Five days of nothing but the music I like
That's full of happy, healthy, smiling, beautiful country girls

You have pack your beer because the county is dry
To visit Larry Joe, Thom Sheppard, and the like
But mid to late april it's nothing but a watering hole

I've been picking and grinning, drinking and sinning
With all of my friends out here
The weather is perfect, I'm in good company, and there's plenty of ice cold beer
The sound from the stage, is making it's way 
To a party raging in my ear
One thing's for sure, the good lord permitting, I'll be back at the Ranch next year

There's a couple of flags flying high above the stage
That flutter and dance in the wind as they wave
They're just a reminder to be proud of where I was raised

The city's rocking honky-tonks and smoky old bars
Are just a flicker to the flame of being under the stars
At the Larry Joe Taylor Festival

E  / A / B7 Chords

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Larry Joe Taylor Festival Anthem (Very Unofficial)

C // F // C // G

In a hotel outside of reno I thought of leaving in the night
I can think of a million ways that I'd rather waste my life
she's not the first one to wake up in a cold and empty bed
something tells me that kind of girl wouldn't let it get to her head
the winter winds are stinging my skin and making my bones feel old
tomorrows people will be quick to judge if I start on whiskey I suppose
it's not like me to give a damn about what people think
a hotel chair and a Haggard song, think I'll just stay here and drink

maybe momma will give me loving when the sun rises today
maybe I'll remember, this time when I play
we're getting close to the last leg but I wish it'd just drag on
ain't no use in rushing home in knowing that you're gone

fast women and faster tires for getting out of town
you've got needs like everyone and I was nowhere around
I don't blame you for blaming me doesn't mean that it don't sting
hell you're in half the words that I stand up here and sing
selling stuff that I've written, writing checks that I can't cash
when them boys finally catch up to me they'll probably whoop my ass
I ain't proud of what I'm doing but I do it anyway
I got needs like everyone this time I think I'll stay

maybe momma will give me loving when the sun rises today
maybe I'll remember, this time when I play 
we're getting close to the last leg but I wish it'd just drag on
ain't no use in rushing home in knowing that you're gone

Hotel In Reno

C walkdown G
Em Walkup G

He says that he couldn't really care less
That the whole worlds running by him so fast
His eyes are stuck on that little girl
Her eyes are stuck on a wedding dress
Her parents got hitched just after school
Only 18 walking down the aisle
She's pushing 20 and she's feeling late
Thinking about her mommas dress makes her smile

But he can't buy her no ring
And he can't help but be her world
He's the man from her dreams
But they're just kids and still dirt poor
But they're just kids and still dirt poor

He's 21and working for the city
He should've saved up instead of having fun
He'd like to ask her proper cause he knows she's late
Instead of looking down the barrel of her daddy's gun

He got heated in a backseat conversation
you know i can't afford no fancy things
She said I know you love me boy so why you hesitating
Said I won't feel like a man until I get you a ring

She said I don't need no ring
I can't help it you're my whole world
You're the man from my dreams
Let 'em call us kids and call us poor
Hell we've grown up poor before
Let 'em call us kids and call us poor
Let 'em call us kids and call us poor


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