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

 A
 I looked for trouble and I found it son,
 A
 Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun.
 A
 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,
            A
 Ain't livin' long like this.

 A
 Grew up in Houston on the wayside drive,
 A
 Son of a car hop in some all nite dive.
 A
 Dad drove a stock car to an early death,
 A
 All I remember was a drunk man's breathe.

    D
 Ain't livin' long like this,
              A
 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,
               A
 Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Ah take it!


{Erik - Solo}   D  A  D  A  E  D  A

 A
 I live for Angel, she's a road house queen,
 A
 Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee.
 A
 I want to love her but I don't know how,
 A
 I'm at the bottom of a jailhouse now.

          D
 Ain't livin' long like this,
               A
 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