Chord/Tab song: How Good a Bad Woman Feels

I remember[A] it well as he road into town one day, [D]

'Neth the [E]hat that was black, top the horse that was [A]grey.

His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his [D]spurs were a shiney steel.

His [E]shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and [A]peeled.

Silver concho lined his belt, and [D]buckle was trimmed in gold

And the [E]brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' [A]old.

Well his [F#m]voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he e[D]ntered those

swingin' [A]doors.

With a [F#m]back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it d[D]own,

wanted [E]more.

With a [A]stare as sharp as a razors edge, his [D]vision was not all clear

He said [E]boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can [A]feel.

Chorus
He said do you [E]know how good a [D]bad woman [E]feels

Like a [A]good straight shot of [D]whisky

[E] at the end of the trail

You know [F#m]life is hard and she a soft place to fall

and at [D]any price, she's a [A]steal

Do you know how good a [E]bad woman [A]feels


(SOLO) F#m D A E A E


By [A]now a crowd had gathered to hear this [D]old man tell his tale

And as he [E]wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my f[A]ill.
He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and [D]wheeled.

But I'll [E]never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can

[A]feel.

Repeat Chorus
Bridge

He said, [F#m]I've seen it all, took some bad falls and d[D]elt me some crooked d[A]eals
And I know how good a [E]bad woman [D]feels. Yo-De-[A]La-Eeeee [E][A]