Younger By The Rye

Tom: C

         Am
Well I’m coming back to Fort Worth, Shiner in my blood
          C
And I’m ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
       Am
And I won’t stop for Gamblin’ hell I’ve lost too many Farms
        C
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man’s arms
    Am            C
My God 
    Am            C
My God 

        Am
Well someone stole my candles and burned them at both ends
          C
I can't afford to pay attention drank away my drinkin’ friends
          Am
And I’m hunting down the coyote that howls outside this dive
       C
And I shot out the moon last night with my last 45
    Am            C
My God 
    Am            C
My God 

        Am
Well my mamma was a pistol I’m a son of a gun
     C
My daddy was a yankee and he lived on the run
       Am
I was born in a cane field I was raised to blame
        C
Hell I thought I told you boys I’m goin’ insane
    Am            C
My God 
    Am            C
My God 
      Am
So I keep on getting old and younger by the rye
         C
I can’t take it easy anymore, not a еasy going guy
              Am
And when my livings all over with no fate lеft to save
         C
Take bluebonnets, pain, and anger and place them on my grave
    Am            C
My God 
    Am            C
My God 
           Am
Well I’m coming back to Fort Worth Shiner in my blood
          C
And I’m ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
       Am
And I won’t stop for Gamblin hell I’ve lost to many Farms
         C
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man’s arms