A                                           D 
I remember it well as he road into town one day, 
 
          E                                          A 
'Neth the hat that was black, top the horse that was grey. 
 
                                              D                          
His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his spurs were a shiney steel. 
 
    E                                                        A      
His shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and peeled. 
 
                                  D 
Silver concho lined his belt, and buckle was trimmed in gold 
 
        E                                                          A 
And the brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' old. 
 
         F#m                                               D         
Well his voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he entered those  
 
         A 
swingin' doors. 
 
       F#m                                                           D       
With a back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it down, 
 
        E 
 wanted more. 
 
       A                                    D                         
With a stare as sharp as a razors edge, his vision was not all clear 
 
        E                                                A     
He said boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can feel. 
 
 
Chorus 
               E               D         E      
He said do you know how good a bad woman feels 
 
       A                     D                 
Like a good straight shot of whisky 
 
E 
   at the end of the trail 
 
         F#m                                       
You know life is hard and she a soft place to fall 
 
       D                  A      
and at any price, she's a steal 
 
                       E         A     
Do you know how good a bad woman feels 
 
 
 
(SOLO)   F#m        D          A          E      A      E 
 
 
   A                                     D                      
By now a crowd had gathered to hear this old man tell his tale 
 
          E                                                             A      
And as he wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my fill. 
                                                                     D 
He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and wheeled. 
 
         E                                                          
But I'll never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can 
 
 A 
 feel. 
 
 
Repeat Chorus 
 
Bridge 
 
         F#m                                        D                    A     
He said, I've seen it all, took some bad falls and delt me some crooked deals 
                      E         D                       A         E A 
And I know how good a bad woman feels.            Yo-De-La-Eeeee