Chords for Wes Brown (Last Of A Dying Breed)

[C#] Honky tonk race, staying up for [A#m] days, has put a strain on my [C#] life. _
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[C#] Honky tonk [B] race, staying [F#] up for days, has put a strain on my life.
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Turning like a [B] page, living [F#] on a stage, and I got a buzz most of the night. _
[C#] I prayed for my mama, [F#] cause she wouldn't have thought, she got a bad car when I got there.
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Hell, they should have known, [F#] I'd be just like John, born and bred to [F#m] raise me. _ _
[C#] Hell, I'm a nine ball, [B] ain't one of a kind, [F#] no sissy song wrote around here. _ _
[C#] Morning like a freight train, [B] beating on a six [F#] train, blowing smoke up in the air.
No, no, [C#] how long real [B] country's what I [F#] play, y'all should all get in line behind me. _
[C#] Well, a rebel son may [B] say, don't matter [F#] anyway, the land of a dying breed. _ _ _
[C#] _ Hurt my teeth down in [B] South [F#] Alabama, in a ballroom beating on the strings in the [C#] back yard.
_ _ _ Where I [F#] had to pay my dues.
_ _ _ [G#m] And [C#] a bartender said, [B] where's the change to make a [F#] drink?
I said, hell yeah, mama, send a double to the state.
And [C#m] I [C#] _ _ _ [F#] beg you, these honky tonk blues.
_ _ Come on [C#] now, _ hell, I'm a nine ball, [B] ain't one of a [F#] kind, no sissy song wrote around here. _ _
[C#] Morning like a freight [B] train, beating on a six [F#] train, blowing smoke up in the air.
No, no, [C#] how long real [B] country's what I [F#] play, y'all should all get in line behind me.
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Well, a rebel son may [B] say, don't matter [F#] anyway, the land of a dying breed. _ _ _
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