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Howlin' At The Moon by Hank Williams
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Date : 2009-11-11 23:00:38
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[C]                                           [C7        F] nI know there's never been a man in the awful  shape I'm in n             [C                 D7              G7] nI can't even spell my name, my heads in such a spin n  [C]                                         [C7    F] nToday I tried to eat a steak with a big old table spoon n                            [C] nYou got me chasin' rabbits, walkin' on my hands n    [G7             C] nAnd howlin' at the moon. n  nWell Sug, I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad nAnd then I even went and lost what little sense I had nNow I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon nYou got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon. n nSome friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree n'Cause there ain't a hound dog in this state that can hold a light to me nI eat three bones for dinner today, then tried to tree a 'Coon nYou got me chasin' rabbits, scratchin' fleas and howlin' at the moon. n nI rode my horse to town to day and a gas pump we did pass nI pulled 'im up and I hollered WHOA!, said fill 'im up with gas nThe man picked up a monkey wrench and WHAM!, he changed my tune nYou got me chasin' rabbits, spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon. n nI never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard nBut honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred nI think I'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom nYou got me chasin rabbits, pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon. n n n nJoeWallace@countrytabs.com
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