Dub Miller - Nine Miles North Of Mason
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| Band name | Dub Miller |
| Song name | Nine Miles North Of Mason |
| Tab type | Guitar tab |
| Added | 05/12/2008 |
| Size | 1.47 kb |
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Nine Miles North of Mason By Dub Miller E A Nine miles north of Mason, that’s where I’ll make my stand E F# B near a tiny little town that time forgot, on a 10 acre tract of land E A I aint got no education, but I got one good workin’ hand E B E yeah, nine miles north of Mason, that’s where I’ll make my stand B A E I come from West Texas, in a town called Levelland A E F# B I hung the horses’ heads on the pump jacks, and that’s how I lost my hand A B E A well the oil company went and fired me so I sued ‘em for all that I can A E B E so they settled outta court and for my pain and suffrin’ got a 10 acre tract of land Chorus Well the farmers, they make fun of me and the ranchers just don’t care that my watermelons done went under and my peanut crop went bare they say 10 acres aint enough for a man to sustain and last but I’ll show ‘em all next year when I plant the world’s favorite kind of grass Chorus Well my weeds grew up like wildfire, and the cash came rolling in but the feds they caught my number cause the locals caught my wind so with a match and a can of gasoline, boy 10 acres sure burns fast now I’m headin’ for the border with a sack fulla money and a half empty tank of gas Chorus Well, I finally made it to Acuna, on nerve and lots of luck and all I’ve got now is a bag fulla money, one hand and a beat up truck them feds they took away everything, with the land I hold so dear… but I got one good hand to pull the slots in Vegas, and I’ll buy 10 more next year. Chorus