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Well you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol
E
There's a fool on the road careening out of control
A E
Hard liquor, fast women, I can't leave 'em be
B E
Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy to me
E
I keep my engine revin' and my beer on ice
E
My idea of heaven is a pair 'a dice
A
Seven come eleven, set this poor boy free
B E
Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me
A
Bright lights, Saturday night
E B A
I must've had a couple, I'm a-feelin' all right
A
My cupcake, can shimmy and shake
F# B C B
Spends more money than anybody makes
E
Well give me some more high octane juice
E
You know there ain't no cure except for honky tonk blues
A E
I come up with somethin' other than a nudity????
B E
Lord I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me
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Out on the town just a foolin around
E B A
Hey I got my mind on the lost and found
A
Step up, no need to be shy
F# B C B
You know every pretty woman's got a ticket to ride
E
Well, my tires are flat and I'm out of gas
E
I always promise myself I'll let the next one pass
A E
Lord, I wish that a promise didn't break so easily
B E
And I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me
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