How Good a Bad Woman Feels Tommy Alverson
I remember[A] it well as he road into town one day, [D]
'Neth the [E]hat that was black, top the horse that was [A]grey.
His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his [D]spurs were a shiney steel.
His [E]shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and [A]peeled.
Silver concho lined his belt, and [D]buckle was trimmed in gold
And the [E]brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' [A]old.
Well his [F#m]voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he e[D]ntered those
swingin' [A]doors.
With a [F#m]back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it d[D]own,
wanted [E]more.
With a [A]stare as sharp as a razors edge, his [D]vision was not all clear
He said [E]boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can [A]feel.
Chorus
He said do you [E]know how good a [D]bad woman [E]feels
Like a [A]good straight shot of [D]whisky
[E] at the end of the trail
You know [F#m]life is hard and she a soft place to fall
and at [D]any price, she's a [A]steal
Do you know how good a [E]bad woman [A]feels
(SOLO) F#m D A E A E
By [A]now a crowd had gathered to hear this [D]old man tell his tale
And as he [E]wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my f[A]ill.
He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and [D]wheeled.
But I'll [E]never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can
[A]feel.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
He said, [F#m]I've seen it all, took some bad falls and d[D]elt me some crooked d[A]eals
And I know how good a [E]bad woman [D]feels. Yo-De-[A]La-Eeeee [E] [A]
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