I used to [C]hide in the weeds every time my best friend’s momma drove [F]by To see Frankie wasn’t hanging with the likes of me I was a [Am]broken boy I ain't [G]had no daddy around Just [F]Pall Malls and some Playboys [G]stashed in a treehouse   [C]Trouble[Am]maker [F]I was [G]just like [C]you With time on [Am]my hands [F]Angels and [G]devils...