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************** YOU DON'T MESS AROUND WITH ME **************

written and performed by Waylon Jennings.


Capo on the 2nd fret.

Verse 1:
         E
	I blew in from Texas

	And you don't know who i am

	Most of you could care less

	And the rest don't give a damn

	But you might take special notice

	When you take a look at me

	I'm everything you've ever been

	And ever want to be

             A
	My game is the winner take all
           E
	I live on the edges

	So i'm subject to a fall
             B
	I ain't never been a loser

	I ain't never gonna be
              A
	I'm like runnin' in a ringer
          /                   E
	You don't mess around with me


Verse 2:
         E
	I've got money in my pocket

	I've got money in the bank

	If i look like a poor boy

	I've got much more than you think

	I got a woman on my right arm

	Woman on my left

	When it comes to women,Lord

	I just can't help myself

           A
	I know it's not the right thing to do
            E
	But i could never change

	Even if i wanted to
               B
	So if you are a lady

	Anf if you always want to be
                A
	I'm a living lovin' legend
          /                   E
	You don't mess around with me


Verse 3:
          E
	She's got honey drippin' off her lips

	So good you can taste

	A walkin' aphrodisiac

	Too damn good to waste

	Prancin' like a thoroughbred

	Out to win the race
            B
	It don't matter how good lookin'

	Or how good she may be
                   A
	There's just one foregone conclusion
          /                   E
	You don't mess around with me


Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr