MY first attempt; don't crucify me!

                     Pot Can't Call The Kettle Black


Intro (SLOWLY)

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Lace your shoes with country blues,ramble down that dusty

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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 
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to complain

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

CHORUS 

Instrumental

CHORUS

Verse 3

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The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like 
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you better that way
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So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word 
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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 
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rambling roll.