Stripe On A Nine Ball

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It was hotter than hell in the old no hotel motel
C                            G
No women and no swimming pool
  C                          G                    G7
I couldn't find a honey and damned it weren't funny
G          D            G
To wake up alone with a fool
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Beneath the shade I saw a pretty young maid
          C                           G
She had a mop, and a pail, and a broom
         C                           G
She said you bad blues singer, I'm a bad news bringer
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And ir's time to untangle your room


[Chorus]
C                            G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
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Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
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She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G              D              G
While I'm busy making up tunes


[Verse 2]
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The manager called and he said checkout is eleven
         C                            G
And your twenty-four hours overdue
           C                          G                    G7
I placed a star by your name and it don't stand for fame
G                    D                  G
It means the sheriff will be calling on you
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Heard a knock at the door and my boots hit the floor
          C                      G
Had my guitar and my grass in my hand
            C                      G
I heard the shotgun crescendo as I crashed through the window
G                     D                 G
It sounded louder than a marching brass band


[Chorus]
C                            G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
G                                     D    D7
Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
G                    G7       C        G
She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G              D              G
While I'm busy making up tunes


[Verse 3]
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Well I sold me a song to a big star in Nashville
    C                         G
His agent just called me today
            C                   G                    G7
and he said its number one, you lucky son of a gun
G                  D           G
and you got riches coming your way
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But I'm a low life with no wife, just a no show hobo
          C                             G
Ever listenin' to the whistlin' freight train
         C                            G
And if I find me some riches, I'll be like the other sons-a-bitches
G                                   D           G
Taking all the pleasure and leaving nothing but fame


[Chorus]
C                            G
Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball
G                                     D    D7
Lips were as full as a big yellow moon
G                    G7       C        G
She makes all of her bread by making a bed
G              D              G
While I'm busy making up tunes