| A | E | D | A | |
| Born in the back of a | shack down in | Tuscaloo | sa, Alabama |
| D | E | |
| They tried to make him bad he | looked up |
| D | A | |
| and | said 'I'm | no loser' |
| Chorus: |
| D | E | D | A | |
| 'Cause for | nickels and | dimes he could | play his guitar he could | rhyme |
| D | A | G | D | A | |
| He | could do it every | time, in | Denver, | or wher | ever |
| He left his happy home, his mamma she sat lowing, she was crying |
| You know he went out on the road, |
| that's the only life that he knew worked fine |
| Chorus |
| You know he would've took a wife if he had any kind of life |
| he could give to her |
| Chorus +: |
| He could do it every time, either in Denver, or forever |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@Gmail.com |