Chord Mobile Home by Jelly Roll

intro : G Am C G G i’ve been smoking . . Am and i ain’t coming down . . C no my feet won’t touch the ground G and i can’t help it . . G i seen hopeless . . Am i rather be lost and never found . . C ain’t no tellin’ where i’m heading now G and i accept it . . reff : C momma smoke like willie D G in the back of a mobile home . . C on the road again D G poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . . C i just plant my seed D Em sit back and watch Em grow . . C take all my problems D G i roll Em up and smoke . . G i like the whiskey . . Am tequila when its cold . . C i can feel it in my soul . . G when i tie one off . . G my doctor tells me . . Am if i wanna grow great and old . . C ima have to let these vices go . . G but i don’t know . . reff : C momma smoke like willie D G in the back of a mobile home . . C on the road again D G poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . . C i just plant my seed D Em sit back and watch Em grow . . C take all my problems D G i roll Em up and smoke . . Em there’s a single wide trailer . . D momma sittin at the table . . C watching basic cable G with the cigarette lit . . Em all the hell that we been raising . . D and the trails that we been blazing . . C to be this lucky that Cm don’t make no sense . . reff : C momma smoke like willie D G in the back of a mobile home . . C on the road again D G poppa lives like a rollin’ stone . . C i just plant my seed D Em sit back and watch Em grow . . C take all my problems D G i roll Em up and smoke . .