Verse:
AmG
Can I cut in on a dance?
G
You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
Am
In that little Mexican
Am
You can't mix your tears
G
With those from an agave plant
You see I've danced with him myself
Am
And he's never been a friend
You go believin' in your Lancelot
G
Well it's all in vain
And you're chasin' picket fences,
Am
There's always hell to pay
I met many a girl in here
G
With the same story line
All them boys on those white horses
Am
Don't know how to ride
Chorus:
F
But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup
Am
To be free
FAm
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
A#Am
And a hint of gasoline
FAm
See I'm a different kind of knight
GAm
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
F
I don't have a white horse
Dadd4add9 Am
But you can come along for the ride
Verse 2 : (Em, C up and down)
She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book
I think chivalry's dead
And I ain't gonna look
For them roundtable boys on the white horse
That can't get the story right."
I said "as luck would have it
I was tossed by the throne
I let my merry hair down
Some years ago
And I traded my coat of arms
For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."
Chorus:
Verse 3 : (Am, F up and down)
She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit
The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips
And she raised that glass and the lime
And she kissed them goodbye
She said "promise me you'll take it slow
And swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you
Well you can let the hammer down."
Chorus:
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