Waylon Jennings

^E I've learned to turn the other cheek
Is not what love's about
I've turned mine so many times
That i damned near wore 'em out
I ^A 've grown used to your abuse
And i t ^E hought i'd never quit
But i woke up this morning
Couldn't f ^B ind my shiv-a-g ^E it
Chorus:
Y ^A ou've always liked to play your games
Well i g ^E ot one for you
Pretend we're playing checkers girl
And it's your time to ^B move
Y ^A ou'll find your suitcase on the porch
And the t ^E axi in the drive
Get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm k ^B issing you goodb ^E ye
Verse 2:
^E I see you've finally made it home
You been out all night
Your artificial hair's a mess
And your clothes don't fit you right
I ^A 've given and forgiven
Till th ^E ere ain't nothing left
But all you gave was just enough
To s ^B atisfy you ^E rself
Chorus bis:
^A I can smell that whisky in your hair
And s ^E en-sen on your breath
If you ever tried to tell the truth
You'd choke yourself to ^B death
I d ^A on't want your nasty kisses
And don't t ^E ell me no more lies
Get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm k ^B issing you goodb ^E ye
Get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm k ^B issing you goodb ^E ye
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr
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