A                     E             D       A 
Born in the back of a shack down in Tuscaloosa, Alabama 
D                             E  
They tried to make him bad he looked up  
    D         A 
and said 'I'm no loser' 

 
          D           E              D                        A             
'Cause for nickels and dimes he could play his guitar he could rhyme 
   D                 A        G      D       A 
He could do it every time, in Denver, or wherever 


He left his happy home, his mamma she sat lowing, she was crying  
You know he went out on the road, 
that's the only life that he knew worked fine  

Chorus 

You know he would've took a wife if he had any kind of life 
he could give to her 

Chorus +: 
He could do it every time, either in Denver, or forever 







by: José Duarte 
jtduarte1@Gmail.com