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Intro Verse E B7 E Well I'm a-laid up on a creek bank with a cold one in my hand B7 It's 88 in the shade, I got the bait and an old tin can E E7 A And Ol' Blue's been a-barkin' at the bobber on the end of my pole E B7 A E B7 Yeah sometimes I miss ya baby, most the time I don't E B7 E Sundown I go down, shoot the bull at Ernie's Bar B7 And the boys in the band will let me stand in and play guitar E E7 A The barkeep'll let me camp out in the corner if I can't make it home E B7 A E E7 Yeah sometimes I miss ya baby, most the time I don't Chorus A B7 E Sometimes I miss your big city lovin A B7 E And the way you sparkle like Hollywood A B7 E You can't blame a country boy for tryin' A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could Verse E B7 E I sold all the cows and put a down on a house you just had to have B7 You changed your mind but that's alright we only lost about 9 or 10 grand E E7 A By the time your new boyfriend-slash-lawyer came to pick you up in his shiny new Jaguar E B7 A E E7 I was flat broke, sometimes I miss ya, but most the time I don't Chorus A B7 E But sometimes I miss your sweet lovin' A B7 E And your high heels you looked so good A B7 E But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could Bridge A B7 I taped your photograph to my dartboard A B7 And I take careful aim at your picture A B7 And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I miss ya Chorus A B7 E Sometimes I miss your lovin' A B7 E And your high heels you looked so good A B7 E You can't blame a country boy for tryin' A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could A B7 E A B7 I did the best I could E B7 E Now I'm laid up on a creek bank with a cold one in my hand
Chorus A B7 E Sometimes I miss your big city lovin A B7 E And the way you sparkle like Hollywood A B7 E You can't blame a country boy for tryin' A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could
Chorus A B7 E But sometimes I miss your sweet lovin' A B7 E And your high heels you looked so good A B7 E But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could
Chorus A B7 E Sometimes I miss your lovin' A B7 E And your high heels you looked so good A B7 E You can't blame a country boy for tryin' A B7 E And I did the best I could, I did the best I could A B7 E A B7 I did the best I could
Written by Brandon Kinney/Trent Willmon
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