Intro: A# F C, repeated twice.

E|----3~----------------5~------------|
B|----4b(5)r4b(5)r4-----6b(7)r6b(7)r6-|
G|------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------|
A|--6-----------------8---------------|
E|------------------------------------|

E|-----------------------------------|
B|--1---1-1p0---3b(4)-1-----1--------|
G|----0-------0---------0h2----------|
D|-----------------------------------|
A|--3--------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------|

E|----3~----------------5~------------|
B|----4b(5)r4b(5)r4-----6b(7)r6b(7)r6-|
G|------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------|
A|--6-----------------8---------------|
E|------------------------------------|

E|-----------------------------------|
B|--1---1-1p0---3b(4)-1-----1--------|
G|----0-------0---------0h2----------|
D|-----------------------------------|
A|--3--------------------------3~----|
E|-----------------------------------|

(now when you play the D# and F He plays power chords believe me it makes the difference)

C                                    D#
I was thumbin' back from Montgomery
D#
with a guitar on my back
F                                           C
When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.
C                                     D#
Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed
F                                               C
Its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son.
C                                    D#
He sat down in the front seat, and turned on the radio
          F                                             C
and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold.
 C                                                         D#
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.
     F                                           C
And knew there was somethin' strange about this ride.

CHORUS:  (Same thing here power chords)
           A#                       F                     C
He said: Mister can you make folks cry when you play and sang.
 C
Can you pay your dues, can you moan the blues
         G
Can you bend them guitar strangs.
          A#                      F                   C
He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,
               A#                    F                        C
Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.

2.

Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.
he said: (spoken) this is where you get off, boy
cause I'm going back to Alabam'.
I stepped out of that ole Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks.
he said you don't have to call me mister, Mister.
The whole world calls me Hank.