Colter Wall
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Posted : October 18, 2017
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[Verse 1 :]
G
It was a cold and cruel evening
C G
Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
D G
Found myself asleepin' in the snow
For one or two odd reasons
C
I ain't too proud to repeat
A D
For now we'll say I had no place to go
G
There was a rustle and a humming
C G
Just hauling down the street
D
I drew myself up from my icy bed
G C G
Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCm and P'
G D
I can feel a little aching in my head
[Verse 2 :]
G
And then out jumps this old boy
C G
About twice the size of me
D G
He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye
C G
And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'
A D
He didn't catch the reference, I could tell
G
Then the old, familiar click
C G
and the handcuffs bind and grip
C G
Should have left me in the snow, where I laid
G
He just laughed and touched his gun
C
And turned to me and said
G D
Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing
G
To your name
[Chorus :]
C
Well, I got my health
G B
D G
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
C
And I left my stash
G
Somewhere down in Preston
D G
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
C
Well, I got my health
G B
D G
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
C
And I left my stash
G
Somewhere down in Preston
D G
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
G
It was a cold and cruel evening
C G
Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
D G
Found myself asleepin' in the snow
For one or two odd reasons
C
I ain't too proud to repeat
A D
For now we'll say I had no place to go
G
There was a rustle and a humming
C G
Just hauling down the street
D
I drew myself up from my icy bed
G C G
Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCm and P'
G D
I can feel a little aching in my head
[Verse 2 :]
G
And then out jumps this old boy
C G
About twice the size of me
D G
He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye
C G
And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'
A D
He didn't catch the reference, I could tell
G
Then the old, familiar click
C G
and the handcuffs bind and grip
C G
Should have left me in the snow, where I laid
G
He just laughed and touched his gun
C
And turned to me and said
G D
Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing
G
To your name
[Chorus :]
C
Well, I got my health
G B
D G
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
C
And I left my stash
G
Somewhere down in Preston
D G
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
C
Well, I got my health
G B
D G
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
C
And I left my stash
G
Somewhere down in Preston
D G
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
