Dyin For A Living

Muscadine Bloodline

  • A
  • B
  • Bm
  • D
  • E
  • F#
  • G
Tom:
A A As I'm packing the truck [Verse]
A I ain't working for her daddy
A E E And her momma thinks I need to grow up
G G Yeah, sangin' these songs is like slangin' a drug
D Call it country band contraband
D Can't get enough [Chorus]
A Of this pickin', grinnin'
A Dyin' for a livin'
A A Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
D D It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
A A It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
E E I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A A A A A Dyin' for a livin'
[Verse]
A A Well them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin',
A A Cuttin' a rug
A A E E And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' it up
G G Yeah, the sun'll be up before we call it a night
D E I know it's taking its toll but it's a hell of a high [Chorus]
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A Dyin' for a livin'
A A Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
D D It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
A A It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
E E I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin' [Bridge]
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A B Dyin' for a livin'
B B B B
B B B F#
F# F# F# B
B Bm B F#
F# E D [Chorus]
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A Dyin' for a livin'
A A Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
D D It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
A A It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
E E I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A Dyin' for a livin'
E E I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
A Just a pickin', grinnin'
A Dyin' for a livin'
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