Jelly Roll - Mobile Home

intro : G Am C G

G
i’ve been smoking . .
Am
and i ain’t coming down . .
C
no my feet won’t touch the ground
G
and i can’t help it . .

G
i seen hopeless . .
Am
i rather be lost and never found . .
C
ain’t no tellin’ where i’m heading now
G
and i accept it . .

reff :
C
momma smoke like willie
D G
in the back of a mobile home . .
C
on the road again
D G
poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . .

C
i just plant my seed
D Em
sit back and watch Em grow . .
C
take all my problems
D G
i roll Em up and smoke . .

G
i like the whiskey . .
Am
tequila when its cold . .
C
i can feel it in my soul . .
G
when i tie one off . .

G
my doctor tells me . .
Am
if i wanna grow great and old . .
C
ima have to let these vices go . .
G
but i don’t know . .

reff :
C
momma smoke like willie
D G
in the back of a mobile home . .
C
on the road again
D G
poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . .

C
i just plant my seed
D Em
sit back and watch Em grow . .
C
take all my problems
D G
i roll Em up and smoke . .

Em
there’s a single wide trailer . .
D
momma sittin at the table . .
C
watching basic cable
G
with the cigarette lit . .

Em
all the hell that we been raising . .
D
and the trails that we been blazing . .
C
to be this lucky that
Cm
don’t make no sense . .

reff :
C
momma smoke like willie
D G
in the back of a mobile home . .
C
on the road again
D G
poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . .

C
i just plant my seed
D Em
sit back and watch Em grow . .
C
take all my problems
D G
i roll Em up and smoke . .