Laid Back And Key Wasted Chords by Jim Morris

[D] _ _ _ _ Hey Randy, _ [C] my koozie's empty, how about handing me one of those ice cold beers?
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_ Oh, now I feel like singing. _ _
He _ _ _ _ _ was three years, hot collar, _ [F] a damn good engineer. _ _
Worked hard all day, then [C] he parted away.
Things were happy on the old [G] frontage. _ _
_ _ Had [C] a plan for taking life easy, _ _ [F] avoiding the kids and the wife.
Well, he drove all the women [C] crazy.
These [G] were the three best years of [C] his life. _ _ _ _ _
Then the corporate boys, they called him, _ _
[F] said we got a job to do.
Got this problem up in North [C] Dakota, boy, yeah, we need a man just [G] like you. _ _
_ _ But [C] the sounds of the planes and the freezing rain _ [F] hit him like a fatal disease.
Heard a beer through his mouth, he [C] took ninety-five south, [G] and he headed out for [C] the Keys.
_ _ Oh, and it's just [F] the sweetest life he's ever tasted.
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Little laid back and key-wasted.
Got [G] his toes in the sand, he's a tropical man.
[C] He's happy [Dm] as hell at [C] his show. _ _
_ He's just [F] a livin' in a drunken _ stupor, [C] makin' honey on that old square grouper.
_ [G] Never had any doubts, and if it doesn't work out, well, [F] that's just the [C] way to go. _ _ _ _ _
Got a job making _ margaritas [F] in a little bar by the pier.
Till he finally made [C] some connections with some big-time [G] buccaneers. _ _
_ _ Now [C] he spent some time in _ _ Cartagena, [F] making plans for the hall.
Might be dealing with bums, might [C] be dangerous to some, but [G] the old boy is having [C] a ball.
_ Oh, and it's just [F] the sweetest life he's ever _ tasted.
[C] Little laid back and key-wasted. _
[G] Got his toes in the sand, he's a tropical man.
[C] He's happy [Dm] as hell [C] at his show. _ _
_ _ He's just [F] a livin' in a drunken _ stupor, [C] makin' honey on that old square grouper.
[G] Never had any doubts, and if it doesn't work out, well, [F] that's just the [G] way [C] to go. _ _ _ _ _
Now his friends all worry about him.
They [F] think he's throwing his future away. _
Kinda hard being [C] upwardly mobile _ when you're laying in the sun [G] all day. _ _
_ _ So [C] they call him up to convince him, _ [F] tell him what it's all about.
But on the phone he could never [C] start laughing, no, got [G] the whole damn thing [C] figured [F] out.
_ [C] Oh, and it's just [F] the sweetest life he's ever tasted. _
[C] Little laid back and key-wasted. _
[G] Got his toes in the sand, he's a tropical man.
[C] He's [Dm] happy as hell [C] at his show. _ _
_ _ He's [F] just a livin' in a drunken stupor, [C] makin' honey on that old square grouper.
[G] Never had any doubts, and if it doesn't work out, [F] well, that's just the [C] way to go.
_ [G] Never had any doubts, and if it doesn't work out, [F] well, that's just [Dm] the [C] way to go.
_ That's just the way it goes. _
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