Chords for Ray Wylie Hubbard on Redneck Mother

[G] Can I tell them a little story about it?
Alright, we'll just do it the way we do it.
We'll do it like professionals. _
A long time ago, [Gm] in a land far away called West Texas in Northeast New Mexico,
if you was a long-haired hippie musician cosmic cowboy, it was dangerous.
Because this was before Willie Nelson sang at the Armadillo World Headquarters here in Austin, [G] Texas.
_ _ Bringing the hippies and the rednecks together.
_ Creating the hip-necks.
_ _ The term is democratic.
_ _ _ Everybody check it out.
I used to live in Red River, New Mexico, and during the summer up there,
all these ne'er-do-well Austin musicians would come up there and hang out,
and we would get together each night after our day job and we would have these _ [Bb]
[G] hootenannies.
_ That just kind of makes the skin crawl, to say it now. _
Well, one night we was at this hootenanny, _ and it was my turn to go get the beer.
Now, there were two bars in [Gm] Red River, New Mexico.
You opened the door where the hootenanny was, [G] and right across the street was the hardcore,
serious cowboy hillbilly redneck country bar. _
_ _ _ _ And you just, in fact, that was the name of it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And you just knew if you was a hippie cosmic cowboy, [Bb] you wouldn't go in there.
And way down at the other end of [Fm] the town, about a mile and [G] a half away, was the safe [Gm] hippie musician bar.
[E] But I didn't want to walk [Bb] all the way down there and carry a case of beer back,
because it was going to be about [B] another six months before I got my driver's [G] license.
_ I'm _ not too proud to carry the bar up there.
_ So I said, well, how bad could it really be?
So I was the first hippie cosmic cowboy [Gm] I ever walked into,
the hardcore, serious cowboy hillbilly redneck [G] country bar. _ _
_ _ _ _ Never forgets.
It was like riding a bicycle in there.
So I walked in there, there was about 40 of these old boys and one old woman.
And I walked in there, I knew I was in trouble.
These were rough looking guys, and I was there, I had my little leather moccasins on up about here.
And a fat ass [Gm] shirt, cowboy [G] hat with a feather in it.
[Bm] And I knew I was in [G] trouble.
I couldn't let them know that I was intimidated.
So I walked up to the bar and I said, hey, Goma, give me a case of beer.
_ I've _ _ _ [D] _ [Gm] worked on this since before I walked here. _
[D] A guy looked at me and [G] said, how did you know my name?
_ _ Sure have.
He said I have.
Anyhow, these two guys, [Gm] I'd say a fight broke out, but I didn't really [G] hold up my end of bargain.
_ These guys come over, they beat me up for about 20 minutes.
[Bb] Then they wander off and [G] they start playing foosball.
And [Eb] I couldn't let them get away with it.
So I [Bb] raised up and I said, you guys ain't so tough.
I've been beat up worse than this by [Gb] bikers.
_ [F] _
[G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ That didn't quite have the shaving effect that I hoped. _
They came back over.
_ Then I went back to the hootenanny.
And I stood there at [Eb] the door [B] and I said, I think I got my nose broken.
A guy by the [Bb] name of B.
Boogie [Eb] Stevenson said, [G] did you get the beer?
_ _ _ _ _ At that [Eb] hootenanny, that [G] night, was cowboy Bob Livingston.
He left the next day.
So I made up this song.
He said, sit down.
So I made up this song.
Cowboy Bob was there.
He left the next day and went to LA to play with Michael Murphy.
They left there, come here, and he started playing with you.
And he went, sorry?
And the song wound up.
It wound up.
He said, one night at the Broken Spoke, you broke a string.
And he said, Bob, sing a song.
So Bob sang the song that