No Apologies

A A D I'm still the one son all you btches love to hate A E You know you can't control what I do or what I say A D A D I'll never be the one that you think I should be A E E A I do what I please, with no apologies E A I'm still the one that shot up that Hill Top bar E A You say me and ol' Jim Beam sometimes take things a little too far D A D But I don't think you're ready for no Honky Tonk Hero like me btches please A E A You'd do better with a puppet dancing on a string I'm still the one that got cut up in that Austin parking lot I did some cutting of my own you know I always give for what I got Maybe battle scars and whiskey breath ain't in your market plan I don't think you're ready for no true life Honky Tonk Man A E E A I do what I please, with no apologies