Capo: 4th fret

[Verse 1]
D
Girl, I been
D
thinkin’, this
F#m
drinkin’, is
G
wreckin, my
D
health. Gut I
D
reckon, that’s
F#7
better, than
G
killin’, my-
Bm7
-self. It’s been a long,hard
F#m
ride, right down
Bm7
to the bottom. But I sing, the
F#m
blues,’cause
G
Lord knows I
D
got’em. But

[Chorus]
D
I’ve been feelin purdy good,
D
goin’ alright, got a pretty
G
woman comin’ over to-
D
night. And I reckon that
G
things are gonna be al-
D
-right, when the mornin’
A
comes.
A
I hate to
D
tell ya it’s the truth been
D
told, there’s all just
D
souls tryin’ not to get
D
sold. They never grow
Bm
up, just grow
A
old and lone-lay. But I’m
A
feelin’ purdy
D
good today.

[Break]
D G D
D A Bm7 A
A
D
D

[Verse 2]
D
This anxiety, and de-
D
-pression, Lord it’s left
D
me second-guessin,
D
every damn thing I ever gave a damn, a-
A
-bout. Cause when ya
F#m
work all week, and your check is spent, on
G
bills and beer and the
D
government, Lord there
Bm
ain’t much, that an
A
old boy can do.

[Chorus]
D
I’ve been feelin purdy good,
D
goin’ alright, got a pretty
G
woman comin’ over to-
D
night. And I reckon that
G
things are gonna be al-
D
-right, when the mornin’
A
comes.
A
I hate to
D
tell ya it’s the truth been
D
told, there’s all just
D
souls tryin’ not to get
D
sold. They never grow
Bm
up, just grow
A
old and lone-lay. Gut I’m
A
feelin’ purdy
D
good today.

[Outro]
D
G
D A
Bm
A
D