Long Haul Paul — You Were A Good Hand

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[Intro]
                      |Am  |F  |C  |G  |Am  |F  |C  |G  |Am     
You were a good hand 


[Verse 1]
         F                      C
Now your darkest days draw hard upon you
     G                  Am
Aand accuse you to your face
        F                   C
For the youth lying silent, squandered
       G            Am
In the devil’s cold embrace.
         Dm                      Am
All your friends , they tried to warn you
          F     C      G
While your mama meekly pled,
         Dm                  Am
Though a wandering soul lies empty
            G                  Am
But for the passion that it is fed.


[Verse 2]
           F              C
Still they say you were a good hand,
              G                   Am
You paid your dues just to run on time,
         F                   C
’Til one day you just turned eighty
              G             Am
While still a man of thirty nine,
       Dm             Am
But it wasn’t for the money,
      F      G       G
No it wasn’t for the ride.
              Dm               Am
’Twas just to hear twin turbos howling
          G                Am
Cross the clear Santa Rosa sky.


[Verse 3]
          F            C
With that little brown bottle
      G                     Am
And a toothpick ‘neath your tongue,
       F            C
Laying heavy on the throttle,
            G             Am
This was to be your final run,
       Dm                   Am
‘Cause yonder o’er the next horizon
    F          C          G
She awaits you dressed in lace,
    Dm                  Am
But another’s arms will hold her,
      G                    Am
Never again you’ll see her face.


[Verse 4]
           F           C
You loaded fats out to Shakey,
             G                    Am
Brought back feeders from the San Joaquin,
               F               C
Teamed with an old hand out of Barstow,
             G                  Am
Girl name of Crystal Methamphetamine.
         Dm             Am
You were Eastbound, overloaded,
            F          C       G
Three miles out of the Dalhart shed,
          Dm           Am
When your heart simply exploded,
               G                         Am
Could you even pray before the found you dead.


[Instrumental]
F  C  G  Am
F  C  G  Am


[Verse 5]
           F              C
Still they say you were a good hand,
             G                      Am
You held ‘er upright not a head was lost
           F                        C
Though the feed lot they fined your boss man
        G                              Am
For the late truck and the weight they lost.
       Dm             Am
And it wasn’t for the money,
       F         C          G
Wasn’t for some white trash dream,
             Dm                    Am
‘Twas just to see the glass in the blacktop
           G                    Am
Shine like sequins down a Bayou stream.


[Outro]
          F                  C
There’s a road they call the beeline
            G       Am
And it’s US Highway 54.
         F               C
’Bout an hour outa’ Nara Visa
          G                       Am
Where the flatlands they start to roll,
          Dm                  Am
There the nights grow deathly quiet,
         F      C        G
Till you meet a blast of wind,
         Dm                         Am
Don’t be troubled, that’s just some drover
              G                    Am
Racing to the home he’ll never see again.		
    

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