Chords for Shelby Lynne - I'll Hold Your Head [Live]

_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Football tires on an old [Db] Impala, 17 degrees, South Alabama.
_ [Ab] Mama needs money and we're late for school, picking out the [Bbm] parts on a barbed-wheels turn.
[Ab] I got a scrambled egg sandwich and a Folgers [Db] can.
Daddy says he'll [Bbm] never work for the man, _ but I'll [F] hold your head.
I'll [G] ease your [Cm] mind, I'll [Dm] sang you along, sit here [Bb] by the fire.
_ [F] Tomorrow's Sunday, come and [Cm] rest your soul.
Let me [Dm] be your good book, stories [Bb] all been told.
And I'll [F] hold your head.
_ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Ab] Yeah, the world's gone crazy, can't save you, sin.
[Db] He shouldn't be [Bbm] driving in the shape he's in.
[Ab] I see cold water in the Santa [Db] Boga, hear a Ford pickup [Bbm] on an old dirt road.
[Ab] Mama's down a hill hurling peas in a [Db] pan, Dandy's got a bucket [Bbm] and a hoe in his hand.
_ And I'll [F] hold your head.
I'll [Cm] ease your mind, I'll sang [Dm] you along, sit here by the [Bb] fire.
_ [F] Tomorrow's Sunday, come and [Cm] rest your soul.
Let me be [Dm] your good book, stories all [Bb] been told.
And I'll [F] hold your head.
_ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Cm] It ain't fair for a youngin' and [Dm] all this hurtin',
[Bb] Rattlin' the blues and the beer and the bourbon.
_ [Cm]
Come on, sissy, let's close the [D] door, I don't wanna [Bb] hear the noise no more.
_ _ _ Cause I'll hold your [F] head.
I'll [Cm] ease your mind, I'll [Dm] sang you along, sit here by the [Bb] fire.
_ Tomorrow's [F]
Sunday, come and rest your [Cm] soul.
Let me be [Dm] your good book, stories all been [Bb] told.
And I'll hold [F] your head.
_ _ [G] _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _