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Hank Williams III - If the Shoe Fits

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If the Shoe Fits
Written by Williams & Denny
Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw"
Transcribed by John Kennedy (jdkennedy77@aol.com)


E
Sitting up all night trying to have a good time, singing my songs and trying 
to get paid.

I’ve been roughed up, beat up, I’ve been cut, I got a tattoo at a tender age.

Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck with a few friends and 
a can of mace.
                                                                                
A
Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride, I raised a lot of hell in 
my younger days.
                            E   
Hey, I can’t help what they say.

             B          
I could be right I could be wrong.  Well it just might hurt but it makes me 
strong.
            E                             A
Well, if the shoe fits wear it and if the truth hurts bare it.
                  B                                         E
Well, that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long.
        E                          A            
It’s a hard road to chose being good and paying dues,
                  B                                         E
Well, that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long.

E
Running hard running free, never gonna catch me driving too fast on a black 
top road.

Loaded up, hammer back, I’ll smack you with my tire jack, you better walk 
away or they’ll a carry you home.

Passing by big sky, sleeping where the dogs lie, anywhere I go is where I 
call my home.
                                                                                
                  A
Been stoned, been straight, been to hell and heaven’s gate, I got thrown out 
‘cause they said I didn’t belong.
                          E 
Hey, I just keep moving on.

CHORUS

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