Never Could Believe Jason Isbell
from the Album "Here We Rest"
by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
I kn[E]ew this lady from T[E]ennessee
mo[E]ved to California, didn't s[E]tay with me
Just p[A]acked a bag and left with me passed o[E]ut
N[B]ever could believe a w[A]ord that come from her m[E]outh
She t[E]old me once, dr[E]unk on wine
She[E]'d be beside me until the e[E]nd of time
but the e[A]nd of time came early at my h[E]ouse
N[B]ever could believe a w[A]ord that come from her m[E]outh
There w[A]eren't no truth in a word that little girl s[E]aid
The [A]only time she didn't lie to me was r[F#]olling in the big ol[B]d bed
She wo[E]rked real hard e[E]very day
but o[E]ld fame and fortune never came her way
It just sl[A]id on by like springtime in the S[E]outh
N[B]ever could believe a w[A]ord that come from her m[E]outh
[F#] [B] [F#] [C#] [B] [F#] [E]
Well sh[E]e came back home on a tr[E]ailways bus
S[E]tole a pack of camels for the b[E]oth of us
She cr[A]awled right up to the front door of my h[E]ouse
N[B]ever could believe a w[A]ord that comes from her m[E]outh
There w[A]eren't no truth in a word that little girl s[E]aid
The [A]only time she didn't lie to me was r[F#]olling in the big old[B] bed
I k[E]new this lady from T[E]ennessee
m[E]oved to California, didn't s[E]tay with me
Just pa[A]cked a bag and left with me passed [E]out
No I n[B]ever could believe a w[A]ord that come from her m[E]outh
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