MY first attempt; don't crucify me! Pot Can't Call The Kettle Black Intro (SLOWLY) D C G Lace your shoes with country blues,ramble down that dusty D old road. Verse 1 D C G D Take your money down into town, gonna get rich in the game D C G You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room D to complain Chorus D G D Cause the pot can't call the kettle black, A D cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track G D You can't feel nothing but your life flying by A G You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Verse 2 D C G Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on D down to me D C G None of the girls are pretty as Susan, but I like some D that I see CHORUS Instrumental CHORUS Verse 3 D C G The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like D you better that way D C G So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word D that you say Chorus x 2 Outro (SLOWLY) D C G What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old D rambling roll.