Hard-Headed Fool Corey Smith
crusin the st[E]rips[A] to young for the ba[E]rs
look[E]in for chang[A]e in the back of my [Bmaj]car
dog[E]gin the cop[A]s we were up to no go[E]od
ta[E]kin chance after chance[Bmaj] gittin high any way you could
CHOROS:
h[A]ard as a brick lord they couldnt tell me anything at all[E]
b[A]etter judgement went south with a few sips of alch[E]ol
st[A]uburn as a mule ridin that highway to hell [E]
f#m F#m(4fret) A
kept a knif in my pocket cause i thought i could handle myself
verse:
went off to school found a new set of friends
used better drugs to help me fit in
i'd skip every class atleast 2 days a week
i didnt need a lecture near as much as the sleep
choros:
hard as a brick lord they coundt teach me anything at all
better judgement went south with a few pictures of alchol
stuburn as a mule ridin that highway to hell
no need for religon man i thought i could handle myself
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