White Suit Of Notes

D Em D Em D G D G There was driving and drinking, carousing and driving, singing and dancing, then driving some more D G There were late nights and long days when the road ran forever Em A And we worked every job, but we always stayed poor D G D G So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats Em A Em A D Em D Em May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes D G D G There were dance halls and juke joints, biscuits and gravy, barflies, Birmingham, bourbon and beer D G There were card games and women, of both we lost plenty Em A There were good times and bad times, laughter and tears D G D G So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats Em A Em A D Em D Em May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes D Em D Em D G D G Between fishing and fooling and falling down helpless, pills to keep you wide eyed and pills to make you sleep D G Well some of us made it and some of us didn't Em A When you ask was it worth it, I break down and weep D G D G So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats Em A Em A D Em May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes Em A Em A D Em D Em May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes