Slow country beat, the chord spacing is approximate. Start the G on the last word of
line. This kills at parties.
Gone Back To Whorin’ Roger Alan Wade
She’s a gone back to whorin, that’s what I heard
She’s somewhere snorin, With some old rich bird
The things that I gave her, must a got kinda borin
Last that I heard she done, gone back to whorin
Shes a gone back to whorin, this aint her first rodeo
Shes makin a fortune, screwin dudes she don’t know
I asked her she told me, darling its my job
To suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and suck the corn off the cob
She done gone back to whorin, this aint her first time
I got some but lovin but Im down to my last dime
She looked like an angel, but my life’s a wreck
I’d go from hell straight to heaven, if shed just take a check
Shes gone back to whorin, but shes a good girl
She got fish-net holes and too much jerry curl
I miss here when Im lonesome, when Im horny reall bad
She aint to cheap boy, shes the best that I’ve had