| These chords are old, but we shake hands
|
| Cause I believe that they’re the good guys
|
| We can use all the help we can
|
| So many minor chords outside
|
| I fell in love with the sound
|
| Oh, I love to sing along with you
|
| We got tunes we kicked around some
|
| We got a bucket that the tunes go through
|
| Babe, we both had dry spells, hard times
|
| In bad lands, I’m a good man for you
|
| I’m a good man
|
| Last night there was a horse in the road
|
| I was twisting in the hairpin
|
| My hands held on, my mind let go
|
| And back to you my heart went skipping
|
| I found the inside of the road
|
| Thought about the first time that I met you
|
| All those glances that we stole
|
| Sometimes if you want them, then you’ve got to
|
| Babe, we both had dry spells, hard times
|
| In bad lands, I’m a good man for you
|
| I’m a good man
|
| They shot a Western south of here
|
| They had him cornered in a canyon
|
| And even his horse had disappeared
|
| They said it got run down by a bad, bad man
|
| You’re not a good shot, but I’m worse
|
| And there’s so much where we ain’t been yet
|
| So swing up on this little horse
|
| The only thing we’ll hit is sunset
|
| Babe, we both had dry spells, hard times
|
| In bad lands, I’m a good man for you
|
| I’m a good man
|
| Babe, we both had
|
| Babe, we both had
|
| Baby, we both had
|
| Babe, we both had
|
| You and I both had
|
| Babe, we both had
|
| Baby, we both had
|
| Babe, we both had dry spells, hard times
|
| In bad lands, I’m a good man for you
|
| I’m a good man |