Lucero - Raising hell

w^Cell my little brother's ^Fadd9raising hell living ^Amdown in Texas h^Ce probably ought to be i^Fadd9n jail from the stor^Amies that he tells us o^Gf whiskey nights and rodeos ^Fadd9the strippers down in Austin h^Ce's had himself some r^Geal good times if he could^Fadd9 just recall them ^G

n^Cow his money's running^Fadd9 out and there's a job in his^Am future a^Cnd it's looking like^Fadd9 his rambling days are don^Ame s^Go he's sizing up his choices and^Fadd9 a job just ain't one h^Fadd9e don't know which way to run

A^Cs for you and winter, ^Fadd9it may be cold but that don'^Amt stop the rain, t^Che holes up in your ro^Fadd9of make keeping dry a losin^Amg game t^Ghe stairwell's always wet , ^Fadd9but you wouldn't really mind if t^Che tears would dry up in your^G crying ^Fadd9eyes ^G

N^Cow your boy, he's coming^Fadd9 home but that just ain't that^Am good for you s^Ctarted ending lo^Fadd9ng ago you know that much is^Am true s^Go dry your eyes and say goodbye b^Fadd9ecause he just ain't the one d^Fadd9ecide which way to run g^Conna decide which^Fadd9 way to run ^Am

a^Cs for me, the same ^Fadd9old shit keeps pulling me on ^Amdown I^C never been quite ab^Fadd9le to pick myself up off the ^Amground a^Glways got big plans, b^Fadd9ut they're always in the works a^Cnd I swear they'll pa^Gy off if my luck don't g^Fadd9ive out first ^G

w^Cell here I am ag^Fadd9ain I don't know if I’m^Am right b^Cut I can tell you t^Fadd9hat I’m having ^Amfun s^Go I give it one more shot b^Fadd9ecause this race, it ain't quite done I^Fadd9 hit the ground and run g^Conna hit the gr^Fadd9ound and run^Am g^Conna decide whi^Fadd9ch way to run^Am g^Conna hit the gro^Fadd9und and run^Am a^Cnd my little brother's rai^Fadd9sing hell living do^Amwn in Texas