Just Nick - Opossum

^GMy l^G/F#ittle ones crawl up my ^Emback. ^GStark white tee^G/F#th, pink gums, I ^Emain’t no alley cat,

^Ambut I’ll still eat ^C/Byour ^Ctrash, ^Amclimb highway exits, eat beer cans for breakfast. ^C/BEvery ^Ccan I visit, I’ve got to admit that I ^Dmight not make it back.

^{G G/F#} I'm not playin’ ^Emaround. ^GThe true black is coming. ^G/F#There’s no use in running from a ^Emsixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town.

^AmAnd I knew it from ^C/Bthe s^Ctart, ^Amin my little jun^C/Bkie h^Ceart, Am N.C. that I’m better off dead that a scoundrel in^Am bed ^C/Baround ^Cnoon.

Pour one ^Amout for opossum, who lay out there, rotten. Hope ^Cthey scrape ‘er up pretty ^Dsoon. Scrape ‘er up real’ ^Csoon.