Pot Can't Call The Kettle Black

Intro: 

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Lace your shoes with country blues,ramble down that dusty old road. 

verse 1 
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Take your money down into town, gonna get rich in the game 
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You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain 
      

[Refrão]
 
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Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,  
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cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track 
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You can't feel nothing but your life flying by 
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You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind 


verse 2 

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Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me 


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None of the girls are pretty as Susan, but I like some that I see 
         
Chorus  

Instrumental 

Chorus 

verse 3 
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The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way  
                  

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So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say  
        
Chorus x 2 
Outro (SLOWLY) 

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What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.