Em C G I’ve never been a cool hand Luke; D/F# the quarterback of the winnin' team Em C Or the guy with the right kind of punchlines G D/F# everybody wants to be Em C G I never was that lucky ol’ cuss with a straight D/F# flush in his hand Em D C Oh, but with you, I am. I ain’t no Patrick Swayze, my old boots never danced on air Never walked with a swag looking sharp as a tack Lit up like Times Square Who’s that guy with a big old smile as wide as the Rio Grande Oh, with you I am Chorus: C G D Strong as an oak, soft like leather, high as a pine, Em an' light as a feather C G D The same ol’ boy but a whole lot better, whenever you’re holdin’ my hand C G I used to poke fun at them punch drunk lovers Em D C I never thought I’d be that man, Em D/F# C Oh, but with you I am, Em D/F# Oh, baby with you I Em C G D/F# am. I’ve always been a “do it my way” drifter Another highway, another town Never thought 'bout that little white house With a porch all the way around Yeah I never saw me on a swing talking sweet talking dreams But I’ll be damned With you I am Chorus: Strong as an oak, soft like leather High as a pine and light as a feather The same ol' boy but a whole lot better Whenever you’re holding my hand I used to poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers I never thought I’d be that man Oh baby with you, I am Strong as an oak, soft like leather High as a pine and light as a feather The same ol' boy but a whole lot better Whenever you’re holding my hand I used to poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers I never thought I’d be that man Oh baby with you, I am Oh baby with you, I am With you, I am | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em F# G |