First Class

First Class


Intro : (G D C C) x2

Verse 1:
G D
Tell ya ‘bout this ole cowboy,
C
Like a poet from the past,
G D
Right or wrong, he preached the truth,
C. D
And had a way to make it last,
G. D
He talked with these funny phrases,
Em. D C
On Life’s important things,
G. D
“(If I ) tell you a rooster is packing a pistol,
C. D. G
You’d better check under his wing.”

Chorus:
G
(And He’d say) Son, you’re still my
D
horse,
C. G
If you never win a race.
Em. D
Sometimes, even the good-guys,
C. D
Wind-up in 2nd place.
G. D
You’ll never get nothing good,
Em. D. C
Outta doing somebody wrong.
Am. C
It don’t cost no more to go 1st class,
D. G
You just can’t stay as long.

Break: G D C C

Verse 2:
“Just because you say it long and loud,
That don’t make it so,
If you live your life, afraid to die,
Then you really ain’t livin’ at all.
If it was good enough for
My daddy,
It’s damn sure good enough for Me,
That’s easier told, than saddled and rode”,
ain’t no mystery.

Chorus: (repeat)
(He’d say) Son, you’re still my horse,
If you never win a race.
Sometimes, even the good-guys,
Wind-up in 2nd place.
You’ll never get nothing good,
By doing somebody wrong.
It don’t cost no more, to go 1st class,
You just can’t stay as long.

Outro:
“Shoot low sheriff,
he's ridin' a Shetland.”
Not sure where that one belongs.

Extras:
There’s a reason God gave you,
only one mouth, and two ears…






Clint Lipsey-
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