Lainhart

D Walkin’ around lonely with the big boys, D D7 you’ve got nothing to listen to but yelling, G D and you’ve got nobody to hold you close at night, A A7 D old Kentucky’s missing her Levi, D so you’re back in these hills every night in your dreams, D7 shoveling hog shit while ya sing G D Broccoli and see the Purple Bud Queen, A A7 D bummin’ and hummin’ every night in your dreams, D You can almost smell tomatoes on the vine, D D7 you can almost taste morels deep fried, G D you almost miss your daddy’s bitchin’ too, A A7 D on Wisemantown, where God dropped you, G don’t give up though the goin’ gets hard, G keep on fightin’ like cocks in the yard, A A7 D A A7 D you got grit, Lainhart, yeah, you got grit, Lainhart, D The farm ain’t the same with you not here, D D7 there’s no lovin’ and leavin’ ‘em, no bongs of beer, G D there’s no cute girls, lookin’ for lovin’ in town, A A7 D they heard you left, now their tears fall down, D you miss fishing for the women and the catfish too D D7 at Loch Wall twelve where the whiskey got you G D while Preston and the boys are missin’ you, A A7 D Bm you know we’d all take a bullet each for you, G A D we’d all take a bullet for you, G so don’t give up though the goin’ gets hard, G keep on fightin’ like cocks in the yard, A A7 D A A7 D you got grit, Lainhart, yeah, you got grit, Lainhart