Bag Of Weed

D                 A
Driving down that old dirt road
         Bm               G
Past the chicken man and the rusted 
out store
D                A
Wore out tires & Bags of trash
Bm              G
High on whisky, Low on cash
D            A
Tell your ma tell your pa
Bm                 G
Don’t you worry if I don’t call
D                           A
I’m out in the woods past the 
cypress grove
Bm
when I’m coming back baby
G
I don’t know


[Chorus]
D                     A
I gotta bag of weed a case of beer
Bm
A little George Dickel’s
G
Some American spirits
D                       A
Spending the night out in the woods
Bm             G               D
Hope it might do me some good


[Verse]
D                     A
View Crest House has burned and gone
         Bm               G
The cows in the pasture have all 
gone home
D                     A
Pond in the lowlands has done gone 
dry
         Bm               G
Blue sky days eternal nights
D                     A
You hurt me good you hurt me hard
         Bm               G
I never thought you’d go that far
D                     A
Love’s a lot like gasoline
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         Bm               G
It might burn messy it might burn 
clean
D                     A
Don’t you worry don’t you cry
         Bm               G
I aint no verge of suicide
D                     A
Like an old snake shedding its skin
         Bm               G
Crawling out to crawl back in
D                     A
This human race
         Bm               G
Searching for my sacred place

[Chorus 2]
D                     A
Spending the night out in the woods

Hoping it might de me some good
D                     A
Yeah yeah yeah
         Bm               G
Do me some good

[Solo]


[Verse]
D                     A
Everet don’t go out no more
         Bm               G
Except for maybe to the grocery 
store
D                     A
Likes to sit around his house and 
paint
         Bm               G
Naked things and things your going 
to think
D                     A
Young man Cory stole his car
         Bm               G
Trashed it to hell now its back in 
the yard
D                     A
No remorse, aint no shame
         Bm               G
Stands as a stature to a young mans 
game
D                     A
I aint pointing no fingers I can 
identify
         Bm               G
With a selfish man and his ability 
to lie
D                     A
But the cold hard truth is like a 
hammer in the teeth
         Bm               G
Hurts like hell and don’t give you 
no peace
D                     A
I’m out in the backwoods singing a 
song
         Bm               G
About a good man whose done gone 
wrong
D                     A
Trying to rise above it all
         Bm               G
While the leaves in the trees are 
starting to fall
D                     A
Making its way toward the cold hard 
freeze
         Bm               G
Aint it funny how this life can 
bring you to your knees.

[Chorus 2]
D                     A
I sing my song with a simple refrain
         Bm               G
While the cold wind it turn to rain
D                     A
Red clay road turn to mud
         Bm               G
Cold brown liquor warms my blood
D                     A
Icicles hanging from the old barbed 
wire
         Bm               G
Its to wet outside to start a fire
D                     A
Spending the night in my pickup 
truck
         Bm               G
With the stereo and windows up

[Chorus]
D                     A
Spending the night out in the woods
         Bm               G
Hoping it might do me some good
D                     A
Do me some good yeah yeah yeah