Waylon Jennings - The old mothers locket trick

^DWhy hello there little lady, ^GI'm just a lonesome guitar picker ^CYou'd never know from the ^Gway I look I'm an e^Dducated man I got the music in my blood little lady,^G makes me ramble 'cross the land ^CTroubles on my ^Gmind, this old gu^Ditar in my hand

^DI left my home and family,^G I wasn't much more than a child ^CI don't count the towns no ^Gmore, ^Dsure don't count the miles I guess I'll never have a home, ^G'least ways not your kind ^CI just stopped ^Ghere in this bar to try to bring some ^Dpeace of mind

^DWell I usually play for my drinks and tips, ^G'cept when I play for free ^CThis old g^Guitar and a bag of songs, that's '^Dbout all there is to me Little lady if you don't mind, ^GI think I'll make a song for you ^CI'll sing it down the ^Groad somewhere, t^Dhat's the most that I can do

^DLord the music just won't turn me loose, ^Git's a curse to be this kind ^CLittle lady you'll ^Gnever know, ^Dthe comfort that I find In just talkin' to someone like you in this bar a^Glong the way ^CYou sure ain't the usual kind ^Gthat I find to bri^Dghten up my day

^DAnd tonight when I lay down along some road ^Gto try to sleep Just a ^Cmemory in your treasure ^Gchest is a^Dll that you may keep No wait now, I got more than that to give,^G it's this locket made of gold ^CMy mother gave it to me m^Ga'am, now it's ^Dyours to hold

^DNa, don't try to thank me,^G do I need a place to stay Well ^Cthank you little lady, ^Gwhy don't we pick up a ^Dbottle along the way