JB and The Moonshine Band - Hell To Pay Chords

[Verse 1]
 
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Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss
 
The tip jar didn't even cover the loss
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For the gas to the motel much less get us home
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My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song
 
You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chili-dog
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I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from
 
 
[Chorus]
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'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
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They were singin' all the words to my songs
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We played five long sets and everybody there stayed
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Fork it over baby we'll be gone
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But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
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I'll introduce you to my .38
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You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay
 
 
[Verse 2]
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You turned the shop vac on and the power blew
 
I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw
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I sang Free Bird acapella while you tried to get the breaker back on
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Some chick was gettin' crazy in the bathroom stall
 
I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
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Naw, it ain't my fault you gotta wild ass honky tonk
 
 
[Chorus]
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'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned
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They were yellin' all the words to my songs
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They were jerry-riggin' lighters out of telephones
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Still up and goin' when the kegs were gone
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But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
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You can tell it to my .38
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You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay
 
 
[Verse 3]
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Said my ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hot (uh huh)
 
Head spinnin' from the Jager shots
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And I done told y'all, I ain't goin' back to jail
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But these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rocked
 
Now they're grippin' on the trigger and the hammer's cocked
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   If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will
 
 
[Chorus]
  D
'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
            A
They were yellin' all the words to my songs
           D
We played five long sets and everybody there stayed
        E
Fork it over baby we'll be gone
            A
But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
           D
You'll be hearin' from my .38
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You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay
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Yeah, you better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay
 
There'll be hell to pay