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Date: 5/2/99; 9:12:29 PM
From: Str8cntry8@aol.com
Subject: You Never Know Just How Good You've Got It -- Tracy Byrd

Title:  You Never Know Just How Good You've Got It
Artist:  Tracy Byrd
Album:  No Ordinary Man
Written by:  Mark Nessler
Transcribed by:  Tim Rehagen
E-mail address:  Str8cntry8@aol.com

Key:  E major

INTRO:  A   A#dim7  E   C#7   F#7   B7   E

VERSE:
E
Hey, once I was the honky-tonkin' talk of the town

         A                            E
Ridin' high in my bad Chevrolet

E                                                       C#7
I had seven pretty women, Lord, hangin' on me

   F#7                           B7
A different one for every day

     E
But look at me now, all my women's left town

         A                                       E
And a buck is gettin' hard to come by

       A              A#dim7
Well I must confess

     E              C#7
My life's a big mess

         F#7            B7               E
I'm so low, I could lay down and die

CHORUS:
E
Well, you never know just how good you've got it 'till you

A                      E
....ain't got it no more

E                                               C#7
You never know just how high you're flyin' 'till you

F#7                          B7
Fall face down on the floor

E                   
All I can do is just moan the blues 

       A                                   G#7
And dream about what I had before

             A             A#dim7    
Hey, you never know just how 

E                 C#7
Good you've got it 'till you

F#7  B7          E
Ain't got it no more


INSTRUMENTAL:  E   A   E   C#7  F#7  B7   E   A   E   A   A#dim7
                            E   C#7  F#7  B7  E

VERSE:
E
Hey, lately I've become one pool-sharking fool

              A                                   E
Make my livin' on them buddies of mine

E                                                                 C#7
I was cookin' last night when the chips were all down

             F#7                              B7
So I layed everything I had on the line

         E
Well i knew I'd regret that hundred dollar bet

            A                                 E
But you never learn until it's too late

      A                A#dim7
We flipped and I lost

       E                C#7
Then I payed the cost

               F#7       B7             E
When the eight fell in on the break

REPEAT CHORUS

            A             A#dim7
No, you never know just how

E                C#7
Good you've got it 'till you

F#7     B7          E          E
...Ain't got it no more

Enjoy!!!
Please e-mail with questions or comments
Tim
Str8cntry8@aol.com