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The Rubber Knife Gang is a metaphor for many things, but mostly an endearing label for a group of punks who might at first glance, seem a bit sketchy, but ultimately mean no harm.
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Tabbed by: Taylor Sansom
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Well I was taking my time, shuffling a line
E
I had to get back on the road
Same old features, night time creatures
A
Make a boy feel pretty old
Drifting here and there without a worry or a care
E
I wonder when my trail was coming to an end
I saw the wall in the Appalachian sun
A
Riding six white horses round the bend
D
And she said my name with a country twang
A E
And my heart fell on the floor
F#m D
All my life, I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
A
She said she was a teacher and her daddy was a preacher
E
And I can testify that she was blessed
And when she served me dinner I knew she was a winner
A
I was praying that she might give me a kiss
Well I know that I'm a sinner but she was no beginner
E
When she drug me from the bar
She had me singing good old rocky top
A
Underneath the Knoxville stars
D
Well she was a treasure and I'm glad I met her
A E
But she left me wanting more
F#m D
All my life, I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
A
And when I was in Denver I certainly remember
E
How the women there treated me kind
But I miss the thrills of the holler and the hills
A
And the girl with the smoky mountain eyes
And I tried Atlanta, Bozeman Montana
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Seattle, Santa Fe and Albany
But nothing compares with the sweet southern fare
A
Of the little girl I met in Tennessee
D
And I remember when she said my name with a country twang
A E
I left my heart there on the floor
F#m D
All my life I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
F#m D
All my life I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
Tabbed by: Taylor Sansom
A
Well I was taking my time, shuffling a line
E
I had to get back on the road
Same old features, night time creatures
A
Make a boy feel pretty old
Drifting here and there without a worry or a care
E
I wonder when my trail was coming to an end
I saw the wall in the Appalachian sun
A
Riding six white horses round the bend
D
And she said my name with a country twang
A E
And my heart fell on the floor
F#m D
All my life, I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
A
She said she was a teacher and her daddy was a preacher
E
And I can testify that she was blessed
And when she served me dinner I knew she was a winner
A
I was praying that she might give me a kiss
Well I know that I'm a sinner but she was no beginner
E
When she drug me from the bar
She had me singing good old rocky top
A
Underneath the Knoxville stars
D
Well she was a treasure and I'm glad I met her
A E
But she left me wanting more
F#m D
All my life, I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
A
And when I was in Denver I certainly remember
E
How the women there treated me kind
But I miss the thrills of the holler and the hills
A
And the girl with the smoky mountain eyes
And I tried Atlanta, Bozeman Montana
E
Seattle, Santa Fe and Albany
But nothing compares with the sweet southern fare
A
Of the little girl I met in Tennessee
D
And I remember when she said my name with a country twang
A E
I left my heart there on the floor
F#m D
All my life I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
F#m D
All my life I've been waiting
E A
For a Tennessee mountain girl
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