A                      D
I ain’t got nobody hangin’ ’round my doorstep.
             A                                    E
Ain’t got no loose change just a-hangin’ round my jeans.
           A                                 D
If you see somebody, would you send ’em over my way?
                 A        E                       A
I could use some help here with a can of pork and beans.
 

I once had a family, but they up and left me
with nothin’ but an 8-track, another side of George Jones.
I was in high cotton, just a bangin’ on my six string,
A-kickin’ at the trash can, walkin’ skin and bones.
 
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               D                        A
I can see your back porch if I close my eyes now.
               A                                       E
I can hear the train tracks through the laundry on the line.
                       A                              D
I’m thinkin’ it’s your business, but you don’t got to answer
                     A          E             A
I’m knockin’ on your screen door in the summertime.
 

Everybody’s out there climbin’ on the trees now,
Swingin’ in the breeze now, hanging on the vine.
I’m dreamin’ ‘bout a sailboat. I don’t need a fur coat.
Underneath the dashboard, got some sweet potato wine.
 
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