Jerry Jeff Walker - Pot cant call the kettle black

^DLace your shoes ^Cwith country blues, ^Gramble down that old dusty ^Droad.

^DTake your money down ^Cinto town ^Ggonna get rich in the ^Dgame ^DYou come on home drunk down ^Cat daybreak, ^Gyou got no room to ^Dcomplain

^DCause the ^Gpot can't call the ^Dkettle black, cause the the ^Atrains all runnin' on the ^Dsame old track You ^Gcan't feel nothing but your ^Dlife flying by You got t^Arouble on your hands, ^Gtrouble on your mind

^DGrandpa had him a ^Cwandering eye, he ^Gmust have passed it on down to ^Dme ^DNone of the girls are ^Cpretty as Ginny, but ^GI like some that I ^Dsee

^DCause the ^Gpot can't call the ^Dkettle black, cause the the ^Atrains all runnin' on the ^Dsame old track You ^Gcan't feel nothing but your ^Dlife flying by You got t^Arouble on your hands, ^Gtrouble on your mind

^DThe bottom of the bottle sure ^Cmakes you feel good, I ^Glike you better that ^Dway ^DSo clap your hands and ^Cmake up a song, I ^Ghear every word that you ^Dsay

^DCause the ^Gpot can't call the ^Dkettle black, cause the the ^Atrains all runnin' on the ^Dsame old track You ^Gcan't feel nothing but your ^Dlife flying by You got t^Arouble on your hands, ^Gtrouble on your mind

^DWhat in the world can a ^Cpoor boy do but ^Glet his old rambling ^Droll.