What's Wrong With That Lonestar
LoneStar - What's wrong with that
INtro - D - A - Em - G - D - Cadd9 - G-D-G
Oooh, yeah.
(verse 1)
[D]When we punch out at[Cadd9] four o'clock,
[G]Some of the boys down at the shop,
Like to[D] stop at Mojo's an[Cadd9]' have a beer or [G]two.
They[D] laugh an' make jokes a[Cadd9]t my expense,
'Cause[G] I go home instead of joinin' in,
But [D]I got other [Cadd9]things I like to do, yes I [G]do.
(pre-cho)
Now[Em] I'm not sayin' I'm[D/F#] better than them,
But [G]where they're goin', I've [Asus4]already b[A]een.
(chorus)
I got a good [D]woman at home w[A]aitin' for me,
T[Em]hree little angels, c[G]ute as can be.
A [D]couple of dogs an' [A]one little calico ca[Bm-A-G-A]t.
When the[D] thunder rolls like t[A]hunder can,
Got a [Em]king-size bed we can a[G]ll fit in,
An' the [Bm]key to ha[A]ppi-n[G]ess [D/F#]under my do[Em]ormat:
[A] What's wrong with th[D]at[-]?[Cadd9] [-] [G-D-G]
(verse 2)
I used to drwam of bein' rich,
While shovelling mud in a rain-soaked ditch.
My boots had busted laces an' worn out soles.
I used to hang out with the party crowd,
An' drank more beer than the law allowed,
But that feels like a whole other life ago.
(pre-cho)
Som[Em]etimes we still liv[D/F#]e hand-to-mouth,
But I [G]got more blessin's tha[Asus4]n I c[A]ount.
(chorus)
I got a good [D]woman at home w[A]aitin' for me,
T[Em]hree little angels, c[G]ute as can be.
A [D]couple of dogs an' [A]one little calico ca[Bm-A-G-A]t.
When the[D] thunder rolls like t[A]hunder can,
Got a [Em]king-size bed we can a[G]ll fit in,
An' the [Bm]key to ha[A]ppi-n[G]ess [D/F#]under my do[Em]ormat:
[A] What's wrong with th[D]at?
Instrumental break.
D - A - Em - G - D - A - Bm - A - G - D/F# - Em
(Oh, now: whoo.)
(bridge)
[Em]It took some time an' a lot of pain,
[D/F#]To fin'lly figure out,
[C]I can live without[G/B] anything,
[Em]Except what's in that h[Asus4]ouse.[-] [A]
(chorus)
I got a good [D]woman at home w[A]aitin' for me,
T[Em]hree little angels, c[G]ute as can be.
A [D]couple of dogs an' [A]one little calico ca[Bm-A-G-A]t.
When the[D] thunder rolls like t[A]hunder can,
Got a [Em]king-size bed we can a[G]ll fit in,
An' the [Bm]key to ha[A]ppi-n[G]ess [D/F#]under my do[Em]ormat:
[A] What's wrong with th[D]at?
(Got a good w[D]oman at home wa[A]itin' for me.)
Yeah[Em], yeah, what's w[G]rong with that.
(T[D]hree little angels,[A] cute as can be.)
Oh[Em], oh, what's[G] [-] [A] wrong with that?
(W[D]hat's wrong with t[A]hat?) [Em] Absolutely nothin[G]'![-] [A] [-] [C]
Someone tell me, whoo:
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