Shooter Jennings – The Real Me chords

This is a fairly basic way to play this song but it works and sounds good. Listen to the 
song to get an idea of the strumming

Intro: D

DI wake up with my children
Right around the crack of noon
And I do good like a good daddy should
Till the devil rolls out that moon
Once that whiskey hits my lips
It opens Pandora’s box
And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin
Getting crazy as a white tailed fox.

      GMy eyes start burnin wild and red
      ETwo horns cut through the top of my head
      DMy teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
      GCold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
      EMy hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
      AMy legs start walkin me anywhere but home

          DAnd I’m a double talking, chicken-lickin
GMeaner than the dickens sick and
D                          GWicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
          DAnd I’ll love you like the devil, bite you
GLike a snake and then forsake and
D                               GBreak everything I don’t take before I’m done

DMost people who know me say I’m as nice as a guy could be
That’s all fine cuz most of the time
They never get to see the real me
“He ain’t got a bad bone in his body”
Is how they talk about me back home,
But here my dark side is unable to hide
And you don’t want to see my bad bone.

      GMy eyes start burnin wild and red
      ETwo horns cut through the top of my head
      DMy teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
      GCold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
      EMy hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
      AMy legs start walkin me anywhere but home

          DAnd I’m a double talking, chicken-lickin
GMeaner than the dickens sick and
D                          GWicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
          DAnd I’ll love you like the devil, bite you
GLike a snake and then forsake and
D                               GBreak everything I don’t take before I’m done

      D                     G                          D      
              GI'm mean when I'm lonesome and
 I'm on'ry when I'm high

         D                       GI'm a dream when I'm home son

           D                                  GBut I'll chase that nightmare until I die

           D                                  GBut I'll chase that nightmare until I die

           D (stop)But I'll chase that nightmare until I die


G, E, D, G, E, A

DAnd I’m a double talking, chicken-lickin
GMeaner than the dickens sick and
D                          GWicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
          DAnd I’ll love you like the devil, bite you
GLike a snake and then forsake and
D                               GBreak everything I don’t take before I’m done
DAnd I’m a double talking, chicken-lickin
GMeaner than the dickens sick and
D                          GWicked hole digging pickin son of a gun,
          DAnd I’ll love you like the devil, bite you
GLike a snake and then forsake and
D                               GBreak everything I don’t take before I’m done

D, G, D, G, D, G, D, 
G, D (hold)