A   B7   D   E

         A                    B7
Pouring rain', cracked front window
D                  E
  I turned off my radio
                   A
And reached to my boot
        B7                          D
For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask
                            E
To take a drink of what it holds

                        A
She was looking at her feet
               B7
When I saw her on the street
         D                               E
She was holding tight to someone else's hand
                A                 B7
So I kept on rolling and now here I am
              D  E               F   A   D  E
And I'm gonna si-ng 'til i stop cry-in'

      A                           B7
The earth moves slow out west of llano
        D                              E
Better pull this car of mine off-road awhile
                  A           B7
And reach to the back for my daddy's old martin
D                        E
   Hold it oh so close to me
                   A      B7
I'd sing me some Jones or sad Newberry song
           D E               F  A
I'm gonna si-ng 'til I stop cry-in'
F#m  A     F#m E
Cry-in'....cry-in'...

              A                    B7
Pull out my smokes, I pull out my Zippo
     D                                       E
And fire it up cause there's nothing left to do
           A                  B7
Well, the morning sun it's a coming on
            D                                 E
Guess it's safe to say that I wont make work today
        A                B7
But a Roger Miller song sure sounds fine to me
          D  E              F  A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'
          D  E              F  A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'

 F#m                     A
Conway run to find Miss Tammy
 F#m                           E
Willie would you call Miss EmmyLou
                D  E              F  A
Cause I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'
          D  E              F  A
I'm gonna si-ng til I stop cry-in'