Where The Sun Dont Shine

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A                     G
Stretchin' that fence all day long
D                       A
Post hole diggers and a come-a-long
A                            G
Sweatin' out a livin' in the Texas heat
D                             A
Where moneys runnin' thin and life ain't cheap
A                         G
But this hard work ain't cuttin' it lately
D                A
Repo man callin' all the time
A                      G
This honest wage ain't savin' this baby
D                        A
So I'm settin' up shop where the sun don't shine
A                               G
Where the Sun don't shine gonna take my time
D                               A
headed back to the holler gotta make a dime
A                          G
With some corn, pressure & copper line
D                                    A
Gonna make a better livin' where the sun don't shine
A                         G    D
Where the sun don't shi----ne, where the sun don't shine.
A                 G
Single mom back against the wall
D                   A
child support ain't paid at all
A                   G
Shakin' them bones seven to three
D                      A
Doin' what it takes to make ends meet
A                             G
And this minimum wage wasn't cuttin' it lately
D                   A
Nine an hour had to draw the line
A                      G
Waiting tables wasn't raising them babies
D
Now she's swangin' on a pole where the sun don't shine
A                              G
Where the sun don't shine gonna lose her mind
D                           A
Dancin' on the stage in the neon lights
A                      G
With a swang a shake a shimmy to the side
D
Gonna make a better livin' where the sun don't shine
A                         G    D
Where the sun don't shi----ne, where the sun don't shine.
A                              G
Used to have a good job at the factory
D                        A
'Til he lost his legs to an IED
A                         G
Worries all day 'bout the lights stayin' on
D                          A
His wife took off when the money was gone
A                        G
And this real life ain't cuttin' in lateley
D
He never was the fightin' kind
A                    G
And Uncle Sam ain't savin' them babies
D
So he's cookin' it up where the sun don't shine.
A                                 G
Where the sun don't shine let the red smoke climb
D              A
Battery acid, bathtub time
A                           G
Scoopin' and shootin' them sudafed lines
D                                  A