Jr P Jones

{name: Intro} G G C {name: Verse} C F He was raised in a Texas tavern G C With a six pack in his hand F Though he roamed all around Pasadena G C Until he joined that traveling band F I ain't been head of transportation G C To seal them books and records every night F If anyone says they don't like our music G C Well Junior P. they're gonna have to fight {name: Chorus} F C He used to be a rodeo clown G C Till an old bull stomped him in the ground F C He still remembers people clapping their hands G C Now he quit the bulls and he loves our band {name: Verse} F Ernest Tubb was his hero G C Judy Ville Lord Lord was his gal F Drinking beer well that's his past time G C And Miller Lite is his pal F When you see a long tall cowboy G C A couple of drinks a mending in his bones F You can bet your bottom dollar G C What you see is Junior P. Jones {name: Outro} F Now this is my song about our driver G C And his name is Junior P. Jones