By Dub Miller
Written By Hank Card & Conrad Deisler
I'm a man of few [C]words but a few is en[G]ough
A man don't have to [D]talk, he just gets up and [C]walks when the going gets [G]rough
I've got feelings down [C]deep, still you think you don't [G]care
Well I've made up my [D]mind, gon to leave you be[C]hind and start living out [G]there
Chorus:
So paint me on [C]velvet and do not [G]disguise
The bright silver [D]teardrops that you've brought to the[G]se eyes
Hang me out by the [C]roadside for the whole world to [Em]see [C]
Jesus and [G]Elvis, the [C]Confederate [G]flag and [D]Willie and [G]me
Ran away to a motel but before I checked in
Met a bouncer named Steve and decided to leave
For a gathering of men with our drums in our hands
And our hearts on our sleeves we stood around in the rain
Just sharing our pain and learning to grieve
Chorus
Written By Hank Card & Conrad Deisler
I'm a man of few [C]words but a few is en[G]ough
A man don't have to [D]talk, he just gets up and [C]walks when the going gets [G]rough
I've got feelings down [C]deep, still you think you don't [G]care
Well I've made up my [D]mind, gon to leave you be[C]hind and start living out [G]there
Chorus:
So paint me on [C]velvet and do not [G]disguise
The bright silver [D]teardrops that you've brought to the[G]se eyes
Hang me out by the [C]roadside for the whole world to [Em]see [C]
Jesus and [G]Elvis, the [C]Confederate [G]flag and [D]Willie and [G]me
Ran away to a motel but before I checked in
Met a bouncer named Steve and decided to leave
For a gathering of men with our drums in our hands
And our hearts on our sleeves we stood around in the rain
Just sharing our pain and learning to grieve
Chorus
