Chords for Kristofferson

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_ _ _ _ Tootsies in the 70s, rough out boots and faded jeans, guitar full of songs nobody wants to hear you sing.
[Gm] Whiskey stained lonely nights, drunken words and bar room fights, you can't hide a poet's broken heart with [Eb] rolled up sleeves.
Mmm, _ rolled up [Bb] sleeves.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ Tortured in a motel room, morning sneaking up on you, counting out your nickels for a pack of [Gm] cigarettes.
Burning luck and chasing stars, wondering who the hell you are, knowing deep down in your heart this may be all you get.
_ Mmm, [Bb] all you get.
_ _ [Eb] Mmm, yeah that's it.
[Bb] _ _ _ And the [Gm] _ tears [Bb] _ _ _ they [Eb] run _ _ when [Gm] the truth _ _ [Bb] falls from your _ _ tongue, _ _ _ Christofferson.
_ _ _ _ _ Mmm, _ _ _ _ _ _ tough as leather, hard as steel, dusty as a cotton field, rolling like a tumbleweed with diesel in your [Gm] blood.
You could [Gm] never hang around or ever hold the love you found, cause you could never put that guitar down long enough.
[Eb] Mmm, _ long enough.
_ _ Mmm, [Bb] long enough.
_ _ _ And the tears _ _ _ _ they run _ and _ it's _ all been said and [Eb] _
_ _ done, _ Christofferson.
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] Mmm, yeah. _
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_ _ _ _ Tootsies in the 70s, rough out boots and faded jeans, guitar full of songs nobody wants to hear you sing. _ _ _
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