Ashley McBryde - Luckiest S.O.B.: Ukulele Chords

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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die

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No I don't make much money
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I'm crazy I'm told
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They pay me to play
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And I put on a show
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I just do what I love
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And I live on the road

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And I'm the luckiest son of a bitch that I know
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The luckiest son of a bitch that I know

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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die

I've got a few real good friends;
they're all rockstars
They all drive Jalopies
and play Expensive Guitars
I don't have to drop names;
we know who we are

And I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar
I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar

Chorus:
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Raise your glass, raise your bottle
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'Cause the good 'ol days won't last for sure
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We may all be gone tomorrow
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We can't let songs go unheard
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Oh I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth
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The luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

All the best ones are gone now;
they're deep in the ground
They paved the way before we came around
And all I hope you say when you lay me down
Is there goes the luckiest
son of a bitch in this town
That's the luckiest
son of a bitch in this town

Chorus:
Oh, raise your glass, raise your bottle
Coz the good old days won't last for sure
We may all be gone tomorrow
But we can't let the songs go unheard
Oh, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth
I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth
I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth
I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

         D       A            E           A
Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
         D       A        E
Lie-dee-die lie die, lie die
         D       A          E         F#m
Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die
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Lie-dee-die lie die, lie-dee-die die die die