E D A I'd like to tell y'all a story E D A About a friend of mine E D A Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord E D A And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar picker Said he gonna be a superstar sure you are Chorus E D A You can't always trust your woman E D A You can't always trust your best friend E D A Beware of the ones that you need y'all E D A Because those might be the ones that do you in Don't talk no stuff to no slicker Don't tell your feelings to your friend Don't tell your woman that you love her, because That's when your trouble begins There are many ladies here among us That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around There are many, so many of your very best friends That'll kick you in the head when you are down Yes they will Chorus Don't you backtalk the police Because its his job to put you in the jail They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key And your best friend won't even go your bail There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them Because if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E |