written by Rodney Crowell
Corrections welcome.
Capo I
INTRO:A A7 (8x)
[A]My self importance is a God-forsaken bore[A7]
[A]I aim for heaven but I wake up on the flo[A7]or
[A]I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point acr[A7]oss
[A]I'd argue with a parking brake to show 'em who's the boss[A7]
[E]It's my intention to insp[E7]ire
[A]Instead I'm preachin to the choir[A7]
I had some money but I blew it living high
My wine and women were the best that you could buy
I tried to prove myself a man of certain taste
But all I've got tho show you now is written on my face
I'm not someone you'd admire
But I'm still preachin to the choir
SOLO: D A (4x) E E7 D A
I'm born a lion but I don't believe it fits
I'm no king of the jungle out here livin by my wits
This morning's paper called for romance on a whim
I reckon I'd believe 'em if they told me sink or swim
I'm under water not on fire
But I'm still preachin to the choir
Baytown Texas there's a fisherman I knew
He said the bible and he spit tobacco too
He said that crap about the rod you spare to spoil the child
Is only propoganda meant to keep you in denial
Go on and follow your desire
But he was preachin' to the choir
Time is of the essence when you're hanging by a thread
And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head
When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's abyss
No one's gonna tell you how it all came down to this
If you say different you're a liar
I'm just preachin' to the choir
When I'm standing at the St. Peter's gate trying to slip in
I might as well plead guilty to the worst of who I've been
I used to like to think I had a special way with words
But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds
I'm not ready to retire
I'll keep on preachin to the choir
So when the situation's dire
I keep on preachin to the choir
CHORDS:
A x0222x
A7 x02020
E 022100
E7 020100
D xx0232
Corrections welcome.
Capo I
INTRO:A A7 (8x)
[A]My self importance is a God-forsaken bore[A7]
[A]I aim for heaven but I wake up on the flo[A7]or
[A]I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point acr[A7]oss
[A]I'd argue with a parking brake to show 'em who's the boss[A7]
[E]It's my intention to insp[E7]ire
[A]Instead I'm preachin to the choir[A7]
I had some money but I blew it living high
My wine and women were the best that you could buy
I tried to prove myself a man of certain taste
But all I've got tho show you now is written on my face
I'm not someone you'd admire
But I'm still preachin to the choir
SOLO: D A (4x) E E7 D A
I'm born a lion but I don't believe it fits
I'm no king of the jungle out here livin by my wits
This morning's paper called for romance on a whim
I reckon I'd believe 'em if they told me sink or swim
I'm under water not on fire
But I'm still preachin to the choir
Baytown Texas there's a fisherman I knew
He said the bible and he spit tobacco too
He said that crap about the rod you spare to spoil the child
Is only propoganda meant to keep you in denial
Go on and follow your desire
But he was preachin' to the choir
Time is of the essence when you're hanging by a thread
And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head
When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's abyss
No one's gonna tell you how it all came down to this
If you say different you're a liar
I'm just preachin' to the choir
When I'm standing at the St. Peter's gate trying to slip in
I might as well plead guilty to the worst of who I've been
I used to like to think I had a special way with words
But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds
I'm not ready to retire
I'll keep on preachin to the choir
So when the situation's dire
I keep on preachin to the choir
CHORDS:
A x0222x
A7 x02020
E 022100
E7 020100
D xx0232