Rodney Crowell - It aint over yet

^EIt’s like I’m sitting at a bus stop ^Bwaiting for a train ^AExactly how I got here ^Bis hard to explain ^EMy heart’s in the right place ^Bwhat’s left of it I guess ^AMy heart ain’t the problem ^Bit’s my mind that’s a total mess ^EWith these rickety old legs ^Band these watery eyes ^AIt’s hard to believe ^Bthat I could pass for anybody’s prize ^EAnd here’s what I know about ^Bthe gifts that God gave ^AYou can’t take em with you ^Bwhen you go to the grave

^EIt’ aint over yet ^C#mask someone who ought to know n^Aot so very long ago we were b^Both hung out to dry ^EIt’ aint over yet ^C#myou can mark my words don’t c^Aare what you think you heard we’re^B still learning how to fly ^EIt’ aint over yet

^EFor fools like me ^Bwho were built for the chase ^AIt takes the right kind of woman ^Bto help you put it all in place ^EIt only happened once in my life b^But man you should have seen ^AHer hair two shades of fox tail red ^Bher eyes some far out sea blue green ^EI got caught up making a name for myself ^Byou know what that’s about ^AOne day your ship comes rolling in ^Bthe next day it just rolls back out ^EAnd you can’t take for granted ^Bnone of this shit ^AThe higher up yOu fly boys ^Bthe harder it is you’re gonna get hit

^EIt’ aint over yet ^C#mI’ll say this about that ^Ayou can get up off the mat ^Bor you can lay there til you die ^EIt’ aint over yet h^C#mere’s the truth my friend y^Aou can’t pack it in ^Band we both know why ^EIt’ aint over yet

^C#mSilly boys ^Ablind to get there first think of ^Esecond chances as some^B kind of curse ^C#mI’ve known ^Ayou for ever and ever it’s true if y^Eou came by it easy you^B wouldn’t be you ^C#mYou Make me^A laugh you ^Emake me cry you make^B me forget myself

^EBack when down on my luck k^Bept me up for days ^AYou were there with the right words ^Bto help me cralw out of the maze ^EWhen I’d almost convinced myself ^BI was hipper than thou ^AYou stepped up with a warning shot ^Bfired sweet and low across the bow ^AAnd you don’t walk on water ^Band your sarcasm stings ^EBut the way you move through this old world s^Bure makes a case of angel wings ^AAnd I was half way to the bottom ^Bwhen you threw me that line ^EAnd I’ll quote you now verbatim ^BGet your head out of your own behind ^AIt’ aint over yet what you wanna bet o^Bne more cigarette aint gonna send you to the grave ^EIt’ aint over yet I seen your new girlfriend ^Bthinks you’re the living end big old sparkle in her eye ^EIt’ aint over yet