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[Intro]
| F Bb | C F | - - | - F |
| Bb C | F - | - - |
[Verse 1]
F
It was a cold and cruel evening
Bb F
Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
F
I found myself asleep and in the snow
F
One or two odd reasons
Bb F
I ain't too proud to repeat
G C
For now we'll say I had no place to go
F
There was a rustle and a humming
Bb F
Just hauling down the street
I drew myself up from my icy bed
F Bb F
Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P'
C F
I can feel a little aching in my head
[Verse 2]
F
And then out jumps this old boy
Bb F
About twice the size of me
F
He asked me for my name and where I dwell
F
I just looked him in the eye
Bb F
And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'
G
He didn't catch the reference,
C
I could tell
F
Then the old, familiar click
Bb F
In the handcuffs bind and grip
Should have left me in the snow,
where I laid
F
He just laughed and touched his gun
Bb
And turned to me and he said
F C
Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing
F
To your name
Bb
Well, I got my health
[Chorus]
F
My John B Stetson
C F
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
Bb
And I left my stash
F
Somewhere down in Preston
C F
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
Bb F C F Bb
Well, I got my health
F
My John B Stetson
C F
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
Bb
And I left my stash
F
Somewhere down in Preston
C F
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
[Intro]
| F Bb | C F | - - | - F |
| Bb C | F - | - - |
[Verse 1]
| F - |
| Bb F | F - | - - | F - |
| Bb F | G - | C - | F - |
| Bb F | - - | - - | F - |
| Bb F | - C | F - | - - |
It was a cold and cruel evening
Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
I found myself asleep and in the snow
One or two odd reasons
I ain't too proud to repeat
For now we'll say I had no place to go
There was a rustle and a humming
Just hauling down the street
I drew myself up from my icy bed
Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P'
I can feel a little aching in my head
[Verse 2]
| F - | Bb F | F - | - - |
| F - | Bb F | G - | C - |
| F - | Bb F | - - | - - |
| F - | Bb F | - C | F - |
| Bb - |
And then out jumps this old boy
About twice the size of me
He asked me for my name and where I dwell
I just looked him in the eye
And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'
He didn't catch the reference,
I could tell
Then the old, familiar click
In the handcuffs bind and grip
Should have left me in the snow,
where I laid
He just laughed and touched his gun
And turned to me and he said
Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing
To your name
Well, I got my health
[Chorus]
| F - | C - | F - |
| Bb - | F - | C - | F - |
| - - | Bb F | - C | F - |
| Bb - | F - | C - | F - |
| Bb - | F - | C - | F - |
My John B Stetson
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
And I left my stash
Somewhere down in Preston
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
Well, I got my health
My John B Stetson
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
And I left my stash
Somewhere down in Preston
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
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