Chords for Brent Cobb w/ Miranda Lambert - Old Shit

I started writing this song when my granddaddy passed away a few years [Abm] back and [Bb] I had a [F] line to it on the way to a co-writer, someone I had never written with before, [Bbm] Neil Mason of the Cadillac [B] Threes.
Bad ass writing, great voice, great _ version, and on the way [G] there I had this line, [Gb] splitting logs, smoking hogs, feeding leftover to [D] a three-legged dog.
And I knew that it was strange to [Eb] bring in to a [C] first-time writer, you know, [Eb] and I [Ab] _
brought it in anyway.
[Db] I recited it to him, I said, man, I know it's weird, but it's just some [N] of that old shit, man, it's just that old shit, that's what I'm doing, you know, my granddaddy raised hogs, and we had chickens, and [F] anyway, _ so I wound up [Bbm] writing it.
And then, there's no [D] one else in the world, we didn't [F] know who would do it.
Lord [Db] behold, one of the greatest people I've ever met, [D] please welcome to the stage, Miss Miranda Lambert.
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] And I hope Miranda's [G] version of the song [F] she had, Mind [D] Those [Bb] Signs, played on monocord.
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We're going to do our [F] best to perform this song, we haven't rehearsed it or anything, the band doesn't even know it.
Perfect. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Feeding [C] leftover to a three-legged [Bb] dog.
And I know it's [C] _
[F] strange to bring in to a first-time writer, you know, and I brought it in anyway.
One [Bb] man's face, another man's temper.
[Fm] One man's [F] face, [D] another [C] man's face.
[F] You've never seen a man so [Bb] happy while having [F] a baby.
[C] _
[F] Oh, shit.
There are _ tables, blinding records, and they tell a truth. _
[Bb] Blinding records, and I'm a [Fm] fan of truth.
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[F] Oh, shit.
One [Bb] man's face, another man's temper.
One [C] man's face, another man's face.
I've played very good when my [F] daddy died.
I'm sure that I've been right.
[C] I'm a fan of truth.
Oh, [F] shit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ He is a skipping stone.
_ When I think of him, I think [Bb] of Paul.
I'm a [F] fan of truth.
[C] _
[F] Oh, shit.
That's what [Bb] I'm gonna say. _
My temper, he don't feel no pain.
[C] I'm a fan of truth.
He's a [Fm] bad child.
So [Bb] don't get me wrong.
I'm a fan [F] of truth.
[C] Oh, [F] shit.
_ I'm a fan of truth.
[C] _ _
[Bb] Oh, shit.
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_ _ [B] Oh, shit.
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