Corb Lund Band - Always Keep An Edge On Your Knife tab

[D]Don't never put your hat on the bed, son. Never put your hat on the [A]bed
'Cause if your [D]hat's on the bed you might [G]wake up dead
So don't you [A]never put your hat on the [D]bed

But if you do be sure it's upside down, son. If you do be sure it's upside [A]down
'Cause [D]if there's any doubt it keeps the [G]luck from running out
So if you [A]do be sure it's upside [D]down

Never throw a match when it's dry, son. Never throw a match when it's [A]dry
Don't you [D]never throw a match 'Cause the [G]grass might catch
And [A]burn three counties when it's [D]dry


   Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your [A]knife
   'Cause a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]vague uncertainies of [D]life
   Yes a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]uncertain vagaries of [D]life
   But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]knife like the [D]one who give the ad[G]vice  
   Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh


Well never sell the old .22, son. Never sell the old [A].22
'Cause the [D]old .22 shot a [G]gofer or two
So don'tcha [A]never sell the old [D].22

But aim it to the left, a little low, son. Aim it to the left a little [A]low
'Cause the [D]old iron sight fires [G]high and to the right
So [A]aim it to the left, a little [D]low
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And always tip the glass when you pour, son. Always tip the glass when you [A]pour
'Cause if you [D]don't tip the glass then the [G]foam, it comes fast
And [A]runs from the table to the [D]floor


   Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your [A]knife
   'Cause a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]vague uncertainies of [D]life
   Yes a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]uncertain vagaries of [D]life
   But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]knife like the [D]one who give the ad[G]vice  
   Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh


Well be sure to put your horse away dry, son. Be sure to put your horse away [A]dry
'Cause a [D]hot, wet horse ain't [G]healthy of course
So be [A]sure put your horse away [D]dry

And be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold, son. Be sure to thaw the bit when it's [A]cold
'Cause if you [D]don't thaw the bit then your [G]pony's tongue sticks
To the [A]frozen, metal bridle when it's [D]cold

And never judge a man by his clothes, son. Never judge a man by his [A]clothes
You gotta [D]look through the dirt and, Lord, [G]judge him by his work
So don'tcha [A]never judge a man by his [D]clothes


   Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your [A]knife
   'Cause a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]vague uncertainies of [D]life
   Yes a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge
   Against the [A]uncertain vagaries of [D]life
   But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]knife like the [D]one who give the ad-[G]vice  
   Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh
   But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]blade quite the [D]way that he [G]sayed
   Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh