F Every night another womanBb Every day a different townC If I'm not accused of speedingF I'm accused of coming down With a legal dose of somethingBb That you heard was going 'roundC F And you wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.F Every song another recordBb Every day just like a clockC Knowing well I've had to take itF Till I make it to the top With the devil right behind meBb And my heart about to stopC F Then you wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.Bb Twenty years I was in prisonF More than that I was aloneBb Some lily-white reporterC Thinks it's time that I was stonedF Without sin, he wrote the storyBb And it chilled me to the boneC F Then he wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.F I shaved my beard and cut my hair offBb It don't matter anyhowC It was truth that told the answersF To the questions up till now "Crucify him," someone shoutedBb From the safety of the crowdC F Then they wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.F Hey, take them crosses from my doorstepBb There's no reason to my rhymeC Everybody knows somebodyF Will take care of me in time I made friends of all you stand forBb But the blind can't lead the blindC F Just be glad I haven't lost my Sense of Humor.C F Just be glad I haven't lost my Sense of Humor 'Cause if I ever catch you I'm gonna kick your ass.
A Sense Of Humor
David Allan Coe
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