Hard Livin' 
By Keith Whitley


             E 
Well you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol
          E
There's a fool on the road careening out of control
     A                                     E
Hard liquor, fast women, I can't leave 'em be
        B                                       E
Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy to me

  E
I keep my engine revin' and my beer on ice
   E
My idea of heaven is a pair 'a dice
A
Seven come eleven, set this poor boy free
        B                                        E
Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me


Chorus:
A
Bright lights, Saturday night
  E                                              B  A
I must’ve had a couple, I’m a-feelin’ all right
A
My cupcake, can shimmy and shake
F#                     B             C  B
Spends more money than anybody makes

     E
Well give me some more high octane juice
E      
You know there ain’t no cure except for honky tonk blues
A                                        E
I come up with somethin’ other than a nudity????
       B                                        E
Lord I wish hard livin’ didn’t come so easy for me


Instrumental

A
Out on the town just a foolin around
      E                                 B  A
Hey I got my mind on the lost and found
A
Step up, no need to be shy
         F#                         B               C  B
You know every pretty woman’s got a ticket to ride


         E
Well, my tires are flat and I'm out of gas
         E
I always promise myself I'll let the next one pass
        A                                       E 
Lord, I wish that a promise didn't break so easily
      B                                        E 
And I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me