Clive Gregson — White Suit Of Notes

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[Intro]
D Em D Em


[Verse]
            D                      G                    D                          G
There was driving and drinking, carousing and driving, singing and dancing, then driving some more
            D                                  G
There were late nights and long days when the road ran forever
        Em                       A
And we worked every job, but we always stayed poor


[Chorus]
         D                    G                         D                             G
So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats
          Em                     A                      Em                         A        D        Em D Em
May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes


[Verse]
            D                            G                   D                     G
There were dance halls and juke joints, biscuits and gravy, barflies, Birmingham, bourbon and beer
            D                        G
There were card games and women, of both we lost plenty
            Em                        A
There were good times and bad times, laughter and tears


[Chorus]
         D                    G                         D                             G
So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats
          Em                     A                      Em                         A        D        Em D Em
May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes


[Instrumental]
D Em D Em


[Verse]
         D                       G                      D                               G
Between fishing and fooling and falling down helpless, pills to keep you wide eyed and pills to make you sleep
      D                      G
Well some of us made it and some of us didn't
         Em                       A
When you ask was it worth it, I break down and weep


[Chorus]
         D                    G                         D                             G
So when honky-tonk heaven is filled up with fiddlers, steel guitars and singers with lumps in their throats
          Em                     A                      Em                         A        D        Em
May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes
          Em                     A                      Em                         A        D        Em D Em
May there always be room at the top of the table for an old drifting cowboy in a White Suit Of Notes		
    

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