D A E A

[Verse 1]

A                                                                                       
My momma used to tell me son you better get your work done
                             E
You’re daddy’s comin home at five                                                                          
E
And if you ain’t all through 
E
With the chores you gotta do
                      A
Boy I’m gonna tan you alive

A                           
I was glued to the radio listening to 
                            D       
My hero’s sing them sad old songs
                       A              
Singin ‘em sadder than one car funeral                             
E                 A        
Nobody sings like Jones


[Chorus]

              D                                                                                              
I’d take that old kitchen broom up to my room 
    A
and play it like an old guitar
   B                                            
Or sit out on the porch trying to sing 
            E
like George dream about becoming a star 
A                                                                  
Well the things I never did when I was 
                             D
just a kid made me what I am today
                                     A                                                        
You see momma used to whip me with a George Jones album 
E                       A
that’s why I sing, this way. 

D A E A


[Verse 2]

 A                                                               
So I ended up in Nashville working at a sawmill 
                    E
just to be close to stars 
                                                                     
But I got a little broke but I couldn’t ask my folks 
                           A
so I had to hock my old guitar
                             
Well I still hang around Tooties Orchid Lounge 
                                D
thinkin he’ll walk through that door
                                 A                                            
But a voice in my mind said your wastin’ time 
      E                     A
Cause George don’t drink no more.


[Chorus]

          D                                                                                          
I used to take that old kitchen broom up to my room 
    A
and play it like an old guitar
   B                                            
Or sit out on the porch trying to sing 
            E
like George dream about becoming a star 
A                                                                  
Well the things I never did when I was 
                             D
just a kid made me what I am today
                                     A                                                        
You see momma used to whip me with a George Jones album 
E                       A
that’s why I sing, this way. 

[Solo]

D A B E

[Chorus]

A                                                                  
Well the things I never did when I was 
                             D
just a kid made me what I am today
                                     A                                                        
You see momma used to whip me with a George Jones album 
E                       A
that’s why I sing, this way. 

 D                            A
Momma used to whip me with a George Jones album 
E                       A
that’s why I sing, this way.