My Long Wont Cover My Redneck David Allan Coe
[C]Country DJ's [D]knows that I'm an [G]outlaw.
[G]They'd never come to see me in this [C]dive.
[C]Where bikers stare at cowboys who are [G]laughen' [D/F#]at the [Em]hippies.
Who are [Am]prayen' they'll get out of her [D]alive.
The [C]loud mouth in the [D]corners gett'en [G]to me.
[G]Talking about my earrings and my [C]hair.
[C]I guess he aint read the sign that [G]says I've [D/F#]been to [Em]prison.
[Am]Someone aught to warn him, before I [D]knock him off his chair.
Cause my [C]long hair just can't [D]cover up my [G]redneck.
[G]I've won every fight I've ever [C]faught.
[C]And I don't need some turkey telling [G]me that I [D/F#]ain't [Em]country.
[Am]Say'en I aint worth a damn on, [D]ticket that he bought.
Cause I [G]can sing all those songs about [C]Texas,
[D]And I still do all the sad one's that I [G]know. [D]
They [G]tell me, I look like Merle [C]Haggard,
And [Am]sound alot like David Allen [D]Coe.