You Gotta Know by Pat Green
[Am]I got a sister out in Ch[G]arlotte
[Am]I love her cause she's crazy in her he[G]ad
[Am]I got a brother he's a p[G]ilot
[Am]Sometimes I p[G]ray I'l[D]l just see him again
[Am]My father told me once he s[G]aid son
[Am]Only a fool stays out at ni[G]ght
[Am]Well it's 4 a.m. and I'm o[G]ut here on the boulevard
[Am]I got no mo[G]ney but you kn[D]ow I'm doin' alright
Chorus
Yeah, you gotta kn[G]ow
There ain't no[Cadd9]thin' bout money
That's e[G]ver gonna save your so[Cadd9]ul.
And the dre[G]ams of the young
Have ne[Cadd9]ver been nothing
But the l[G]ast request of the o[Cadd9]ld.
[Am]Heaven is a fiddle on a l[D]ate night radio.
[Am]You can't find redemption,
[D]Brother if ya got no soul.
You Gotta K[G]now.[Cadd9][G][Cadd9]
Her name was Amy, she was a friend of mine
Wanted to be a rich man's wife
She fell in love with cars and expensive wine
She must have forgot what it means to live her life
Chorus
Weathered hands on a steel guitar
He plays every evening till they turn them bar lights down
You know he's tired of them dammed old cigarettes
Now he's saving up his money so he can move on out of town
Chorus Twice
[Am]I got a sister out in Ch[G]arlotte
[Am]I love her cause she's crazy in her he[G]ad
[Am]I got a brother he's a p[G]ilot
[Am]Sometimes I p[G]ray I'l[D]l just see him again
[Am]My father told me once he s[G]aid son
[Am]Only a fool stays out at ni[G]ght
[Am]Well it's 4 a.m. and I'm o[G]ut here on the boulevard
[Am]I got no mo[G]ney but you kn[D]ow I'm doin' alright
Chorus
Yeah, you gotta kn[G]ow
There ain't no[Cadd9]thin' bout money
That's e[G]ver gonna save your so[Cadd9]ul.
And the dre[G]ams of the young
Have ne[Cadd9]ver been nothing
But the l[G]ast request of the o[Cadd9]ld.
[Am]Heaven is a fiddle on a l[D]ate night radio.
[Am]You can't find redemption,
[D]Brother if ya got no soul.
You Gotta K[G]now.[Cadd9][G][Cadd9]
Her name was Amy, she was a friend of mine
Wanted to be a rich man's wife
She fell in love with cars and expensive wine
She must have forgot what it means to live her life
Chorus
Weathered hands on a steel guitar
He plays every evening till they turn them bar lights down
You know he's tired of them dammed old cigarettes
Now he's saving up his money so he can move on out of town
Chorus Twice
