C# F# C# I was a bad reputation with an attitude to match F# Hell bent on goin' nowhere and gettin' there C# lightning fast F# Twenty-one and looking thirty, but acting half C# my age F# C# Bound to hit a wall before I ever hit the brakes Chorus: F# C# Codeine, it got Elvis F# C# Whiskey, it got Hank F# C# I always thought something like that A#m G# Might send me on my way F# C# But you took hold of me F# G# A#m Like only a woman can F# C# And gave one good reason to live G# C# To a set-on-dying man When a Friday meets a Sunday You can't help but see the light I never believed in angels 'Til one believed in me that night Turned my off-track into a straight line Before I turned into a headline Chorus: Like, Codeine, it got Elvis Whiskey, it got Hank I always thought somethin' like that Might send me on my way But you took hold of me Like only a woman can And gave one good reason to live To a set-on-dyin' man F# C# Turned a one-way man 180 F# C# Settled down a giving-upper F# C# Yeah, you changed and you-can't-change-me A#m G# So the world won't see another Chorus: Codeine, it got Elvis Whiskey, it got Hank I always thought somethin' like that Might send me on my way But you took hold of me Like only a woman can And gave one good reason to live To a set-on-dyin' man A set-on-dyin' man | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C# F# G# |