Misc Unsigned Bands - Ronald bushey - whiskey train

Got an ^Cold Ford pickup, some ^Fworn out jeans, A ball ^Ccap that says tequila, and a ^Gbottle of Jim Beam. I’m ^Cout here on some back road; just ^Fwhere I don’t know, Whiskey ^CTrain, getting’ ^Gfurther from ^Chome. ^C

I don’t ^Cwater down my whiskey, I let it ^Fburn going down, Playing ^Caces and eights, Lady ^GLucks not around. So, ^Ccut the cards and deal; don’t ^Flet me drink alone, Whiskey ^CTrain, getting’ ^Gfurther from ^Chome. ^C7

^FWhiskey Train we’re rollin’, ^Crollin’ again, ^GWhere the hell we going? ^CWhere the hell we been? ^FWe’re out here riding, ^Criding alone, ^FWhiskey Train don’t take me, ^Gso ^G7far from ^Chome. ^C

There’s a ^Cdevil on my shoulder, he ^Fwhispers in my ear, Take a ^Cshot of that ole bourbon, I ^Ghear him real clear. He ^Cpours me a double; then ^Frolls them ivory bones, Whiskey ^CTrain, getting’ ^Gfurther from ^Chome. ^C7

^FWhiskey Train we’re rollin’, ^Crollin’ again, ^GWhere the hell we going? ^CWhere the hell we been? ^FWe’re out here riding, ^Criding alone, ^FWhiskey Train don’t take me, ^Gso ^G7far from ^Chome. ^C

^FWhiskey Train we’re rollin’, ^Crollin’ again, ^GWhere the hell we going? ^CWhere the hell we been? ^FWe’re out here riding, ^Criding alone, ^FWhiskey Train don’t take me, ^Gso ^G7far from ^Chome. ^C

^FWhiskey Train don’t take me, ^Gso ^G7far from ^Fhome. ^G