3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine Got a fire

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Call Him up and tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out I know Jesus is on that mainline Well, the line ain't never busy Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Wo, that line

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry Well, baby used to stay out, all night long She made me cry and she did me wrong She had my nose open, that's no lie Well, she used to run around with

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Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me (G) When the night is come and the (Em) land is dark And the (C) moon is the (D7) only light we'll (G) see I won't be afraid, (Em) I won't be afraid Just as (C) long as you (D7) stand by (G) me (G) Stand by me, (Em)

All my life I've been a travellin' man I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind His game is rambling when he gets the chance Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be (Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Ry Cooder) Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man (Traditional, adapted by Ry Ry Cooder) (D) - (A) - (E) (A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all It (A)