How Good A Bad Woman Feels chords - Tommy Alverson


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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, E wanted more. A D With a stare as sharp as a razors edge, his vision was not all clear E A He said boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can feel. Chorus E D E He said do you know how good a bad woman feels A D Like a good straight shot of whisky E at the end of the trail F#m You know life is hard and she a soft place to fall D A and at any price, she's a steal E A Do you know how good a bad woman feels (SOLO) F#m D A E A E A D By now a crowd had gathered to hear this old man tell his tale E A And as he wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my fill. D He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and wheeled. E But I'll never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can A feel. Repeat Chorus Bridge F#m D A He said, I've seen it all, took some bad falls and delt me some crooked deals E D A E A And I know how good a bad woman feels. Yo-De-La-Eeeee