Bastard Child Acordes

	  

verse 1: 
G 
Well momma never was no angel,  
                   C 
Daddy never was no saint 
                          G 
There ain't a pretty childhood picture 
                       D 
these family lines can paint 
G 
This ain't no sob story  
                 C 
This ain't no complaint 
                         G 
Hell, I'm proud of who I am 
D               G 
Proud of what I ain't 

Chorus: 
            C 
Cause I was born a bastard child,  
          G 
Daddy run off and momma run wild 
        D 
I got a crooked cowboy smile 
         G 
I walk a crooked country mile 
            C 
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better 
            G 
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, 
        D 
I ain't prince or a pile, 
                              G 
ain't doing bad for a bastard child 

verse 2: 
G 
I was a fathers only son of a bitch 
                     C 
one the family never claimed 
                                 G 
and you can bet I didn't grow up rich 
                            D 
and never really had a last name 
          G 
I bear the mark of the bastard child 
                      C 
but I wear it with no shame 
                         G 
for any good or bad I've done 
              D              G 
I'll take the credit and the blame 

Chorus: 
            C 
Cause I was born a bastard child,  
          G 
Daddy run off and momma run wild 
        D 
I got a crooked cowboy smile 
         G 
I walk a crooked country mile 
            C 
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better 
            G 
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, 
        D 
I ain't prince or a pile, 
                              G 
ain't doing bad for a bastard child 

Bridge: 
           Em 
Well I'm a son of the earth 
  G 
a real bad seed 
    D 
All I'll ever be worth  
            G 
is all I'll ever need 
         C 
I'm just thankful for my birth 
           D 
and for my family 

or else I wouldn't be me 

Chorus: 
            C 
Cause I was born a bastard child,  
          G 
Daddy run off and momma run wild 
        D 
I got a crooked cowboy smile 
         G 
I walk a crooked country mile 
            C 
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better 
            G 
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, 
        D 
I ain't prince or a pile, 
                              G 
ain't doing bad for a bastard child 
          D 
I grew up fast, grew up wild, 
                              G 
ain't doing bad for a bastard child