Intro: (E) (E) (E) (E) (E) (A) (E) (A) (E) I got drunk in Raleigh and I played too long Word got back to Nashville 'Fore I got back home (A) Record label said, "Boy you better straighten up your (E) act" They lawyers told me "Son that's what the contracts say" So I got good and sober and I stayed that way
(A) Still you couldn't find a Worley record on the (E) rack I did (G) everything they asked me to (A) do (B) Still they went and cut me loose (But) I ain't (E) bawling I'm through (A) crawling I got (E7) lots of other people (A) calling No more (E) nagging I ain't (A) bragging But my (E7) boot heels, they ain't (A) dragging I ain't (E) falling Hell, I'm (B7) jumping off the wagon (E) I'm already feeling more like my old self That double shot of Dickel was a lot of help From here on out - I'm only doing my own thing There's something to be said about this feeling good I'm going with my gut, so baby knock on wood If this don't work, I've only got myself to blame I ain't into lookin' back I ain't never got nowhere like that Repeat Chorus Solo Repeat Chorus I ain't (E) jivin' Hell, I'm (B7) divin' off the wagon (E)