Tom: D
D A
Driving down that old dirt road
Bm G
Past the chicken man and the rusted out store
D A
Wore out tires & Bags of trash
Bm G
High on whisky, Low on cash
D A
Tell your ma tell your pa
Bm G
Don’t you worry if I don’t call
D A
I’m out in the woods past the cypress grove
Bm
when I’m coming back baby
G
I don’t know
[Chorus]
D A
I gotta bag of weed a case of beer
Bm
A little George Dickel’s
G
Some American spirits
D A
Spending the night out in the woods
Bm G D
Hope it might do me some good
[Verse]
D A
View Crest House has burned and gone
Bm G
The cows in the pasture have all gone home
D A
Pond in the lowlands has done gone dry
Bm G
Blue sky days eternal nights
D A
You hurt me good you hurt me hard
Bm G
I never thought you’d go that far
D A
Love’s a lot like gasoline
Bm G
It might burn messy it might burn clean
D A
Don’t you worry don’t you cry
Bm G
I aint no verge of suicide
D A
Like an old snake shedding its skin
Bm G
Crawling out to crawl back in
D A
This human race
Bm G
Searching for my sacred place
[Chorus 2]
D A
Spending the night out in the woods
Hoping it might de me some good
D A
Yeah yeah yeah
Bm G
Do me some good
[Solo]
[Verse]
D A
Everet don’t go out no more
Bm G
Except for maybe to the grocery store
D A
Likes to sit around his house and paint
Bm G
Naked things and things your going to think
D A
Young man Cory stole his car
Bm G
Trashed it to hell now its back in the yard
D A
No remorse, aint no shame
Bm G
Stands as a stature to a young mans game
D A
I aint pointing no fingers I can identify
Bm G
With a selfish man and his ability to lie
D A
But the cold hard truth is like a hammer in the teeth
Bm G
Hurts like hell and don’t give you no peace
D A
I’m out in the backwoods singing a song
Bm G
About a good man whose done gone wrong
D A
Trying to rise above it all
Bm G
While the leaves in the trees are starting to fall
D A
Making its way toward the cold hard freeze
Bm G
Aint it funny how this life can bring you to your knees.
[Chorus 2]
D A
I sing my song with a simple refrain
Bm G
While the cold wind it turn to rain
D A
Red clay road turn to mud
Bm G
Cold brown liquor warms my blood
D A
Icicles hanging from the old barbed wire
Bm G
Its to wet outside to start a fire
D A
Spending the night in my pickup truck
Bm G
With the stereo and windows up
[Chorus]
D A
Spending the night out in the woods
Bm G
Hoping it might do me some good
D A
Do me some good yeah yeah yeah
