Hell To Pay
By JB & The Moonshine Band
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
12/13/2012


Chorus 1:
A
Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss, the tip jar didn't even cover the loss
         C                G                A
From the gas to the motel much less get us home
   A
My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song, you fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chilidog
          C                      G                         D 
I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from


            D 
'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
          A
They were singing all the words to my songs
          D
We played five long sets and everybody there stayed
        E
Fork it over baby we'll be gone
           A
But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
           D 
I'll introduce you to my .38
                      A
You better give me my money 
E                      A
Or there'll be hell to pay


You turned the shopvac on and the power blew, I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw 
I sang Free Bird acapella while you tried to get the breaker back on
Some chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stall, I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
Naw, it ain't my fault you got a wild ass honkytonk


Chorus 2:
'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned
They were yelling all the words to my songs
They were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephones
Still up and going when the kegs were gone
But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
You can tell it to my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay


My ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hot, head spinning from them Jager shots
And I don told all yall all I ain't goin back to jail
But these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rockedm now they're grippin on the trigger and the hammer's cocked
If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will


Chorus 3:
'Cause everybody got drunk
And everybody got laid
They were singing all the words to my songs
We played five long sets
And everybody there stayed
Fork it over baby we'll be gone
But if you really want to try
To jack my cash this way
You'll be hearing from my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay