Intro F Gm C C7 F F Don't stare straight into the sun Gm 'cause a blind man cannot run C C7 Oh how I might have to lose my sight F just to gain it back again F Don't drive a car when it's lightning Gm some folks find that it's frightening C C7 but that's why cars got rubber tires F and a driver's side airbag [chorus] Bb C F I believe that a fool has got more sense than the wisest sages Bb C F Because a fool does just what he's cut out for and never gets in no cages Bb C F D9 My life story got wrote by the good lord and I'm just turning the pages G C F Striking out for a home where the road becoms the sky F Even if I became a reverend Gm I still wouldn't get to go to heaven C C7 I can tell that I'm a-headed for hell F for all the things I've done F But it ain't nothing nice, oh Gm When I get an appetite C C7 My methamphetamines, high horsepower engines F and walking on top of the ocean [chorus] F Sell my three piece suit, ooh Gm Let me lose my roots C C7 give me time to make up my mind F so that I can see F Not to stare straight into the sun Gm for a blind man cannot run C C7 but it ain't nothing to lose your sight C if you've got your liberty [chorus]