D                                                             A
never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed
            D            D/F#          G       Ab
cuz if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead
            A                       D
so don't ya never put ya hat on the bed
                                                                           A
and if you do be sure it’s upside down, son, if you do be sure it’s upside down
    D              D/F#                G                 Ab
cuz if there’s any doubt, it keeps the luck from runnin’ out
          A                      D
so if you do be sure it’s upside down
                                                                      A
never throw a match when it's dry, son, never throw a match when it's dry
          D             D/F#          G           Ab
don't you never throw a match cuz the grass might catch
    A                             D
and burn three counties when it's dry

                                                                    A
always keep an edge on your knife, son, always keep an edge on your knife
      D          D/F#      G          Ab                A                      D
cuz a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the vague uncertainties of life
       D    D/F#                  G    Ab                A                     D
yes, a good sharp edge is a man’s best hedge against the uncertain vagaries of life
      D                      F#m             Bm               G
but I never could sharpen no knife, like the one who gave the advice
      D             A           D    A   D
yodel-ayhee   yodel-ayhee  yodeloo

E                                                 B
never sell the old .22, son, never sell the old .22
          E     E/G#       A         Bb
cause the old .22’s shot a gopher or two
            B                    E
so don'tcha never sell the old .22
                                                                    B
aim it to the left, a little low, son, aim it to the left, a little low
        E        E/G#        A               Bb
cuz the old iron sight fires high and to the right
   B                            E Eb E
so aim it to the left, a little low
                                                                      B
always tip the glass when you pour son, always tip the glass when you pour
           E             E/G#            A              Bb
cuz if you don't tip the glass, well the foam, it comes fast
    B                          E
and runs from the table to the floor

                                                                    B
always keep an edge on your knife, son, always keep an edge on your knife
      E          E/G#      A          Bb                B                      E
cuz a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the vague uncertainties of life
       E    E/G#                  A    Bb                B                     E
yes, a good sharp edge is a man’s best hedge against the uncertain vagaries of life
      E                      G#m             C#m             A
but I never could sharpen no knife, like the one who gave me advice
      E             B           E    B   E
yodel-ayhee   yodel-ayhee  yodeloo

F# E# F# E# F#  
yes, that makes sense. call if F if you want)

F#                                                              C#
always put your horse away dry, son, always put your horse away dry
      F#       F#/A#       B          C
cuz a hot, wet horse ain’t healthy of course
      C#                           F#
so be sure to put your horse away dry
                                                                                   C#
and be sure to thaw the bit when it’s cold, son, be sure to thaw the bit when it’s cold
           F#             F#/A#         B             C
cuz if you don’t thaw the bit then your pony’s tongue sticks
       C#                              F#
to the frozen, metal bridle when it’s cold
                                                                C#
never judge a man by his clothes, son, never judge a man by his clothes
           F#               F#/A#           B                C
you got to look through the dirt and, lord, judge him by his work
            C#                       F#
so don'tcha never judge a man by his clothes 

                                                                    C#
always keep an edge on your knife, son, always keep an edge on your knife
      F#         F#/A#     B          C                 C#                     F#
cuz a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the vague uncertainties of life
       F#         F#/A#     B          C                 C#                    F#
yes, a good sharp edge is a man’s best hedge against the uncertain vagaries of life
      F#                     A#m             D#m             B
but I never could sharpen no knife, like the one who gave me advice
      F#            C#          F#    C#
yodel-ayhee   yodel-ayhee  yodeloo
      F#                     A#m  D#m                B
and I never could sharpen no blade, quite the way he sayed
      F#            C#          F#    C#
yodel-ayhee   yodel-ayhee  yodeloo
      F#                      C#                    F#
yodel-ayhee yodel-ayhee yodel-ayhee yodel-ayhee yodelohoo