Intro: (E) (E) (E) (E) (E) (A) (E) (A)
(E) I got drunk in Raleigh and I played too long
Word got back to Nashville 'Fore I got back home
(A) Record label said,
"Boy you better straighten up your (E) act"
They lawyers told me
"Son that's what the contracts say"
So I got good and sober and I stayed that way
(A) Still you couldn't find a Worley record on the (E) rack
I did (G) everything they asked me to (A) do
(B) Still they went and cut me loose
(But) I ain't (E) bawling
I'm through (A) crawling
I got (E7) lots of other people (A) calling
No more (E) nagging
I ain't (A) bragging
But my (E7) boot heels, they ain't (A) dragging
I ain't (E) falling
Hell, I'm (B7) jumping off the wagon (E)
I'm already feeling more like my old self
That double shot of Dickel was a lot of help
From here on out - I'm only doing my own thing
There's something to be said about this feeling good
I'm going with my gut, so baby knock on wood
If this don't work, I've only got myself to blame
I ain't into lookin' back
I ain't never got nowhere like that
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Solo
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I ain't (E) jivin'
Hell, I'm (B7) divin' off the wagon (E)
