D               C                   G                          D
Lace your shoes with country blues, ramble down that old dusty road.


[Verse 1]
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Take your money down into town  gonna get rich in the game
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You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain


[Chorus]
D         G                  D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
              A                         D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
    G                           D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
         A                     G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind


[Verse 2]
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Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me
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None of the girls are pretty as Ginny, but I like some that I see


[Chorus]
D         G                  D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
              A                         D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
    G                           D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
         A                     G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind


[Verse 3]
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The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way
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So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say


[Chorus]
D         G                  D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
              A                         D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
    G                           D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
         A                     G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind


[Outro]
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What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.