Hand Me Down

A C Ain’t no preacher gonna move my head. D A Ain’t no talkin’ gonna raise the dead. C D Take your words to town, G A But don’t hand me down. Tell me people, is there somethin’ wrong with change? Can you tell me, baby, that you love me just the same? Wake up. ‘Cause there’s more to life than sin. Go ahead and try to fool me. There’s a fool behind your grin. G A Don’t hand me down. C D No, I might not be a saint. Don’t drag me ‘round. ‘Cause pitiful I ain’t. Don’t hand me down. Oh, oh, oh. Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head. Got two hands to make my bed. Take your words to town, But don’t hand me down. Don’t hand me down. No, I might not be a saint. Don’t drag me ‘round. ‘Cause pitiful I ain’t. Don’t hand me down. Oh, oh, oh. Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head. Got two hands to make my bed. Take your words to town, But don’t hand me down.