Whiskey Myers

Where The Sun Dont Shine

Whiskey Myers


Tom: D

A                     G

Stretchin' that fence all day long

D                       A

Post hole diggers and a come-a-long

A                            G

Sweatin' out a livin' in the Texas heat

D                             A

Where moneys runnin' thin and life ain't cheap

A                         G

But this hard work ain't cuttin' it lately

D                A

Repo man callin' all the time

A                      G

This honest wage ain't savin' this baby

D                        A

So I'm settin' up shop where the sun don't shine

 

A                               G

Where the Sun don't shine gonna take my time

D                               A

headed back to the holler gotta make a dime

A                          G

With some corn, pressure & copper line

D                                    A

Gonna make a better livin' where the sun don't shine

A                         G    D

Where the sun don't shi----ne, where the sun don't shine.

 

A                 G        

Single mom back against the wall

D                   A

child support ain't paid at all

A                   G

Shakin' them bones seven to three

D                      A

Doin' what it takes to make ends meet

A                             G

And this minimum wage wasn't cuttin' it lately

D                   A

Nine an hour had to draw the line

A                      G

Waiting tables wasn't raising them babies

D                

Now she's swangin' on a pole where the sun don't shine

A                              G

Where the sun don't shine gonna lose her mind

D                           A

Dancin' on the stage in the neon lights

A                      G

With a swang a shake a shimmy to the side

D                              

Gonna make a better livin' where the sun don't shine

A                         G    D

Where the sun don't shi----ne, where the sun don't shine.

 

A                              G

Used to have a good job at the factory

D                        A

'Til he lost his legs to an IED

A                         G

Worries all day 'bout the lights stayin' on

D                          A

His wife took off when the money was gone

A                        G

And this real life ain't cuttin' in lateley

D

He never was the fightin' kind

A                    G   

And Uncle Sam ain't savin' them babies

D

So he's cookin' it up where the sun don't shine.

A                                 G

Where the sun don't shine let the red smoke climb

D              A

Battery acid, bathtub time

A                           G

Scoopin' and shootin' them sudafed lines

D                                  A