Grayson Capps - Bag of weed

^DDriving down that ^Aold dirt road Past the ^Bmchicken man and t^Ghe rusted out store ^DWore out tires & ^ABags of trash ^BmHigh on whisky, ^GLow on cash ^DTell your ma ^Atell your pa ^BmDon’t you worry if ^GI don’t call ^DI’m out in the woods past th^Ae cypress grove ^Bmwhen I’m coming back baby ^GI don’t know

^DI gotta bag of weed a ^Acase of beer ^BmA little George Dickel’s ^GSome American spirits ^DSpending the night out i^An the woods ^BmHope it might d^Go me some good ^D

^DView Crest House has b^Aurned and gone The cows ^Bmin the pasture ha^Gve all gone home ^DPond in the lowlands h^Aas done gone dry Blue sky ^Bmdays eternal nigh^Gts ^DYou hurt me good you h^Aurt me hard I never t^Bmhought you’d go t^Ghat far ^DLove’s a lot like gaso^Aline It might ^Bmburn messy it mig^Ght burn clean ^DDon’t you worry don’t ^Ayou cry I aint no^Bm verge of suicide^{G D}Like an old snake shed^Ading its skin Crawling ^Bmout to crawl back^G in ^DThis human race ^A Searching^Bm for my sacred pl^Gace

^DSpending the night out^A in the woods Hoping it might de me some good ^DYeah yeah yeah ^A Do me som^Bme good ^G

^DEveret don’t go out no^A more Except fo^Bmr maybe to the gr^Gocery store ^DLikes to sit around hi^As house and paint Naked thi^Bmngs and things yo^Gur going to think ^DYoung man Cory stole h^Ais car Trashed i^Bmt to hell now its^G back in the yard ^DNo remorse, aint no sh^Aame Stands as^Bm a stature to a y^Goung mans game ^DI aint pointing no fin^Agers I can identify With a se^Bmlfish man and his^G ability to lie ^DBut the cold hard trut^Ah is like a hammer in the teeth Hurts lik^Bme hell and don’t ^Ggive you no peace ^DI’m out in the backwoo^Ads singing a song About a g^Bmood man whose don^Ge gone wrong ^DTrying to rise above i^At all While the^Bm leaves in the tr^Gees are starting to fall ^DMaking its way toward ^Athe cold hard freeze Aint it f^Bmunny how this lif^Ge can bring you to your knees.

^DI sing my song with a ^Asimple refrain While the^Bm cold wind it tur^Gn to rain ^DRed clay road turn to ^Amud Cold brow^Bmn liquor warms my^G blood ^DIcicles hanging from t^Ahe old barbed wire Its to we^Bmt outside to star^Gt a fire ^DSpending the night in ^Amy pickup truck With the ^Bmstereo and window^Gs up

^DSpending the night out^A in the woods Hoping it^Bm might do me some^G good ^DDo me some good yeah y^Aeah yeah