Cuttin Teeth

A E D A A E He was spinnin’ wheels, making deals D A Wild-eyed in his ‘20s D A There was nothin’ in the way of work B7 E He was ever fit to do A It was for the birds E Work with words D A The thing his words weren’t funny D He wrote ‘em right A You know they’re libel E A To affect the way he moved A E Now, hustle high, hustle low D A Harkin’ out that van window D A The price of gas is getting low B7 E In the pocket of the seats A E Of the pants he has had D A Tightening ‘round his body D A Living off taverns’ fare E A Drowning in the Grease D E Fronting him a country band A D Bunch of rockin’, barkin’ deadbeats, man A E He played a gig with one night D A When he was cuttin’ teeth A E D A D A B7 E A E D A D A E A D E Fronting him a country band A D Bunch of rockin’, barkin’ deadbeats, man A E He played a gig with one night D A When he was cuttin’ teeth A E Now you can yell or you can croon D A You can reach the fire code of any room D A B7 E With a catchy song or two, if you sang in key. A E There’s room for err, if the band is there D A In a way it’s 'bout like baseball D A He swings a bat left-handed E A He’s gonna walk at least D E Frontin’ him a country band A D Bunch of rockin’, barkin’ deadbeats, man A E He played a gig with one night D A When he was cuttin’ teeth D E Frontin’ him a country band A D Bunch of rockin’, barkin’ deadbeats, man A E He played a gig with one night D A When he was cuttin’ teeth