Ain't Livin' Long Like This
by Foghat
From the album In The Mood For Something Rude
Tabbed by Charlie Coombs for www.foghat.com
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[Intro] D A
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I looked for trouble and I found it son,
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Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun.
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I'd try to run but I don't think I can,
A
You make one move and you're a dead man, friend.
D
Ain't livin' long like this,
A
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
E
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back,
E
Then left me freezin' on a steel rail rack.
D
Can't sleep at all in the jailhouse baby,
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Ain't livin' long like this.
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Grew up in Houston on the wayside drive,
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Son of a car hop in some all nite dive.
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Dad drove a stock car to an early death,
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All I remember was a drunk man's breathe.
D
Ain't livin' long like this,
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Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
E
We know the story how the wheel goes 'round,
E
Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown,
D
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
A
Ain't livin' long like this,
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Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Ah take it!
{Erik - Solo} D A D A E D A
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I live for Angel, she's a road house queen,
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Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee.
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I want to love her but I don't know how,
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I'm at the bottom of a jailhouse now.
D
Ain't livin' long like this,
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Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
E
You know the story 'bout the jailhouse rock,
E
Go on and do it, but just don't get caught.
D
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
A
Oh, ain't livin' long like this.
Oh no!
{Erik - Solo} D A x 10 and fade
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