Requested in the Cowpie newsletter, Old Hank Williams Jr. song.
Dan Mooney - Portland, Oregon
[D] I've always been labled as the rip roaring hell raising [G] [C] [G]
kind, but [A7]you know lately, I've got other [Dsus] things on [G] my [D]
mind, like living and dying, and where I'll spend eterni[G]ty,[C] [G] and
[D]what kind of reward, [A]Jesus, have [A7] you got out on [D]me.
[G] What kind of reward, Jesus, have you out on [D] me, I [A7]wonder how the
words on my big wanted [C]post[G]er [A7]do [D] read, and [G] Oh how I'd love
to be taken onto your custo[D]dy, and [D] what kind of reward, [A]Jesus,
have you [A7]got out on [D]me.
Down here on earth, there's a big price on my head, but I have my friends
and loved ones who'll cry when I'm dead, and someday we'll all sing from the
other side, 'cause I've heard that everyone's wanted behind your heavenly
gates in the sky.
What kind of reward, Jesus, have you out on me, I wonder how the words on my
big wanted poster do read, and Oh how I'd love to be taken onto your
custody, and what kind of reward, Jesus, have you got out on me.
