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Artist : John Hiatt
Song : Good as she could be
Taken from : Walk on (1996)
Written by : John Hiatt
Chorded by : Wilbert Huigens
Corrections : send to : [email protected]
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Capo on second fret
[intro]
repeat: D Dsus4
[verse]
D G
Well she was a millionaire
D A
Before she was fourteen
D G
But there was an emptiness there
D A
That to practically everyone else could be seen
D G
She hit up on the drug of love
D A
Though there was no hole in her arm
D G
There was a hole some place else
D A
About as big as dady 10.000 acre farm
[chorus]
G A
Oh, she was dying for it
D G
For all the world to see
G A D
Ah, she was as good as she could be
[intro]
[verse]
Well she had a baby at eighteen
Never finished high school
Her husband beat her for money and sex
Till that cadillac finally ran out of fuel
One disaster led to another
Down to her and her baby son
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
Headed south now
Cause she was never born to run
[chorus]
[chorus]
Yeah, she was crying for it
Some credibility
Ah, she was good as she could be
[verse]
Well her momma died last year
And her daddy he called her back home
But when he opened the door
He could not recognize
This spectre of hair and bone
But it was his own baby child
Though she looked like an old woman now
Well she lived ten lifetimes in five years
Anywhere that the law would allow
[chorus]
[chorus]
Yeah, she was crying for it
Some credibility
Ah, she was good as she could be
[chorus]
Yeah, she was good as she could be
Ah, she was good as she could be
End on D G C G D
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