Keith Whitley - Hard livin

^EWell you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol There's a ^Efool on the road careening out of control Hard ^Aliquor, fast women, I can't leave 'em ^Ebe Lord, I ^Bwish hard livin' didn't come so easy to ^Eme

I ^Ekeep my engine revin' and my beer on ice My ^Eidea of heaven is a pair 'a dice ^ASeven come eleven, set this poor boy free Lord, I ^Bwish hard livin' didn't come so easy for ^Eme Bright ^Alights, Saturday night I ^Emust've had a couple, I'm a-feelin' all right ^{B A A}My cupcake, can shimmy and shake ^F#Spends more money than ^Banybody makes ^{C B}

Well ^Egive me some more high octane juice ^EYou know there ain't no cure except for honky tonk blues ^AI come up with somethin' other than a nud^Eity???? Lord I ^Bwish hard livin' didn't come so easy for ^Eme

^AOut on the town just a foolin around Hey I ^Egot my mind on the lost and found ^{B A A}Step up, no need to be shy You know ^F#every pretty woman's got a ^Bticket to ride ^{C B}

Well, my ^Etires are flat and I'm out of gas I always ^Epromise myself I'll let the next one pass Lord, I ^Awish that a promise didn't break so easi^Ely And I ^Bwish hard livin' didn't come so easy for ^Eme