How Good A Bad Woman Feels chords
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I remember it well as he road into town one day,
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'Neth the hat that was black, top the horse that was grey.
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His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his spurs were a shiney steel.
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His shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and peeled.
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Silver concho lined his belt, and buckle was trimmed in gold
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And the brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' old.
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Well his voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he entered those
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swingin' doors.
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With a back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it down,
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wanted more.
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With a stare as sharp as a razors edge, his vision was not all clear
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He said boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can feel.
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He said do you know how good a bad woman feels
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Like a good straight shot of whisky
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at the end of the trail
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You know life is hard and she a soft place to fall
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and at any price, she's a steal
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Do you know how good a bad woman feels
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By now a crowd had gathered to hear this old man tell his tale
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And as he wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my fill.
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He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and wheeled.
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But I'll never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can
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feel.
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Bridge
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He said, I've seen it all, took some bad falls and delt me some crooked deals
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And I know how good a bad woman feels. Yo-De-La-Eeeee