Aaron Watson – Wild Ones Like Me (Guitar)

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Granddaddy had a heart of gold

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And a love for the bottle, so I've been told

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Like a rock, Grandmma stood by his side

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Told me all about Jesus the day that he died.

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He came for the poor and the sick

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And the well off and the healthy hipocrites.

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Calling all renegades and ramblers

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Outlaws cheats and gamblers

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Harlots, hipppies, and freaks

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Junkies on the back streets.

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Politicians and preachers

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High rolling holy roller preachers

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Pointing fingers of course,

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Riding on your high horse

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Salvation for all who believe

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Even for the no good

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Oftern misunderstood

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For all of you wild ones like me

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My friend was smiling on the outside

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And we never knew until the day that he died.

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So don't put hearts up on a shelf.

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And while you're praying for them, you'd better pray for yourself.

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And all the front row accusers, back row abusers

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And all of those there in between

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Calling all renegades and ramblers

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Outlaws cheats and gamblers

         D                  A
Harlots, hipppies, and freaks

        Fm                 E
Junkies on the back streets.

          D             A
Politicians and preachers

             Fm                  E
High rolling holy roller preachers

               D         A
Pointing fingers of course,

        Fm              E
Riding on your high horse

       Bm                   E
Salvation for all who believe

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Even for the no good

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Oftern misunderstood

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For all of you wild ones like me

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It's not the picture that I often paint

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I'm way more sinner than I am a saint

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I'm less Jesus and more Johnny Cash

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If he turned water into wine

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Then I'm sure he can find

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Some treasure amongst all my trash.

            D                   A
Calling all renegades and ramblers

      Fm                  E
Outlaws cheats and gamblers

         D                  A
Harlots, hipppies, and freaks

        Fm                 E
Junkies on the back streets.

          D             A
Politicians and preachers

             Fm                  E
High rolling holy roller preachers

               D         A
Pointing fingers of course,

        Fm              E
Riding on your high horse

       Bm                   E
Salvation for all who believe

E
Even for the no good

E
Oftern misunderstood

E                            D
For all of you wild ones like me