Billy Joe Shaver feat. Willie Nelson - "Hard To Be An Outlaw" Chords
Tempo:
88.75 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
Fm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
She was cute as a speckled pug, [G] just turned 21.
She had a lot of fun playing with my [Cm] gun.
Just before the sun come up, she couldn't [G] take no more.
She come on down crying and crawling [Cm] for the door.
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want it [G] anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
White lightning makes the whole samurai [G] pedal to the floor.
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs [Cm] like a man of war.
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard [G] on the side.
But till that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip [Cm] and ride.
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that [G] outlaw who ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
[Fm]
[Cm]
[G]
[Cm]
Some superstars nowadays get [G] too far off the ground.
Singing about the back roads, they never have [Cm] been down.
They go and call it country, but that ain't the [G] way it sounds.
It's enough to make a renegade wanna [D] [Cm] terrorize a town.
It's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want it anymore.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw [G] who ain't want it [Cm] anymore.
[N]
She was cute as a speckled pug, [G] just turned 21.
She had a lot of fun playing with my [Cm] gun.
Just before the sun come up, she couldn't [G] take no more.
She come on down crying and crawling [Cm] for the door.
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want it [G] anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
White lightning makes the whole samurai [G] pedal to the floor.
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs [Cm] like a man of war.
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard [G] on the side.
But till that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip [Cm] and ride.
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that [G] outlaw who ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
[Fm]
[Cm]
[G]
[Cm]
Some superstars nowadays get [G] too far off the ground.
Singing about the back roads, they never have [Cm] been down.
They go and call it country, but that ain't the [G] way it sounds.
It's enough to make a renegade wanna [D] [Cm] terrorize a town.
It's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want it anymore.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw [G] who ain't want it [Cm] anymore.
[N]
Key:
Cm
G
Fm
D
Cm
G
Fm
D
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
She was cute as a speckled pug, [G] just turned 21.
She had a lot of fun playing with my [Cm] gun.
Just before the sun come up, she couldn't [G] take no more.
She come on down crying and crawling [Cm] for the door. _ _
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want it [G] anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want [Cm] it anymore. _
_ _ _ _ White lightning makes the whole samurai [G] pedal to the floor.
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs [Cm] like a man of war.
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard [G] on the side.
But till that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip [Cm] and ride.
_ _ And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that [G] outlaw who ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
_ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Some superstars nowadays get [G] too far off the ground.
Singing about the back roads, they never have [Cm] been down.
They go and call it country, but that ain't the [G] way it sounds.
It's enough to make a renegade wanna [D] [Cm] terrorize a town.
_ _ It's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want it anymore.
[Cm] _ _ It's hard to be that outlaw [G] who ain't want it [Cm] anymore. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
She was cute as a speckled pug, [G] just turned 21.
She had a lot of fun playing with my [Cm] gun.
Just before the sun come up, she couldn't [G] take no more.
She come on down crying and crawling [Cm] for the door. _ _
And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want it [G] anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want [Cm] it anymore. _
_ _ _ _ White lightning makes the whole samurai [G] pedal to the floor.
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs [Cm] like a man of war.
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard [G] on the side.
But till that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip [Cm] and ride.
_ _ And it's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] And it's hard to be that [G] outlaw who ain't want [Cm] it anymore.
_ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Some superstars nowadays get [G] too far off the ground.
Singing about the back roads, they never have [Cm] been down.
They go and call it country, but that ain't the [G] way it sounds.
It's enough to make a renegade wanna [D] [Cm] terrorize a town.
_ _ It's hard to be that outlaw who ain't want [G] it anymore.
And the only friends that's left is him behind those [Cm] swinging doors.
And it's hard to keep your old trier [Fm] when your back is to the floor.
[Cm] It's hard to be that outlaw who [G] ain't want it anymore.
[Cm] _ _ It's hard to be that outlaw [G] who ain't want it [Cm] anymore. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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