WILLIAM'S SON
CHRIS KNIGHT
ENOUGH ROPE
CAPO II
DROP D
D
ONE SHOT FROM THE LAWMAN'S GUN
F C D
MY FATHER PAID FOR THE THINGS HE DONE
MOMMA GOT OLD WHEN SHE WAS 31
I WAS BORN ALONE I AM WILLIAMS SON
BACK AND FORTH TO THE FOSTER HOME
TIL I FIGURED OUT I WAS BETTER OFF ALONE
I HOLD MY HEAD HIGH WHEN I WALK THESE STREETS
GET SUSPICIOUS LOOKS FROM THE PEOPLE I MEET
CHORUS:
D
I SPIT IN YOUR EYE AND STAND MY GROUND
F C D
JUST TO KEEP MY HEAD FROM HANGIN DOWN
D
AINT GONNA HIDE AND I AINT GONNA RUN
F C D
HELL YA'LL KNOW ME IM WILLIAMS SON
I KNOW IT AINT RIGHT TO FEEL THIS WAY
BUT IM KINDA GLAD MY DAD GOT BLOWN AWAY
I KNOW HE GREW UP HARD AND HE GREW UP MEAN
BUT ME AND SISTER WAS NOT TO BLAME
REPEAT CHORUS
IM WILLIAMS SON
SOME DAYS I CAN SEE SOME HOPE
IVE NEVER BEEN TO JAIL AND I DONT DO DOPE
BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I KNEEL AND PRAY
THAT THINGS WILL GET BETTER ONE OF THESE DAYS
REPEAT CHORUS x 2
YA'LL KNOW ME IM WILLIAMS SON
F:
e - 1
B - 1
G - 2
D - 3
A - X
E - X
CORRECTIONS WELCOME