The Real Me Chords & Lyrics by Shooter Jennings
The Real Me
guitar chords lyrics
This is a fairly basic way to play this song but it works and sounds good. Listen to the
song to get an idea of the strumming
Intro: D
D
I wake up with my children
Right around the crack of noon
And I do good like a good daddy should
Till the devil rolls out that moon
Once that whiskey hits my lips
It opens Pandora�s box
And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin
Getting crazy as a white tailed fox.
G
My eyes start burnin wild and red
E
Two horns cut through the top of my head
D
My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
G
Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
E
My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
A
My legs start walkin me anywhere but home
D
And I�m a double talking, chicken-lickin
G
Meaner than the dickens sick and
D G
Wicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
D
And I�ll love you like the devil, bite you
G
Like a snake and then forsake and
D G
Break everything I don�t take before I�m done
D
Most people who know me say I�m as nice as a guy could be
That�s all fine cuz most of the time
They never get to see the real me
�He ain�t got a bad bone in his body�
Is how they talk about me back home,
But here my dark side is unable to hide
And you don�t want to see my bad bone.
G
My eyes start burnin wild and red
E
Two horns cut through the top of my head
D
My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
G
Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
E
My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
A
My legs start walkin me anywhere but home
D
And I�m a double talking, chicken-lickin
G
Meaner than the dickens sick and
D G
Wicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
D
And I�ll love you like the devil, bite you
G
Like a snake and then forsake and
D G
Break everything I don�t take before I�m done
D G D
G
I'm mean when I'm lonesome and
 I'm on'ry when I'm high

D G
I'm a dream when I'm home son

D G
But I'll chase that nightmare until I die

D G
But I'll chase that nightmare until I die

D (stop)
But I'll chase that nightmare until I die

G, E, D, G, E, A
D
And I�m a double talking, chicken-lickin
G
Meaner than the dickens sick and
D G
Wicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
D
And I�ll love you like the devil, bite you
G
Like a snake and then forsake and
D G
Break everything I don�t take before I�m done
D
And I�m a double talking, chicken-lickin
G
Meaner than the dickens sick and
D G
Wicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
D
And I�ll love you like the devil, bite you
G
Like a snake and then forsake and
D G
Break everything I don�t take before I�m done
D, G, D, G, D, G, D,
G, D (hold)
