Intro: A  
 
Chorus: 
A                                             D 
I'm still the one son all you btches love to hate 
    A                                          E 
You know you can't control what I do or what I say 
     A               D                        A   D 
I'll never be the one that you think I should be 
  A                E  E             A 
I do what I please,     with no apologies 
 
Verse 1: 
E                                            A 
I'm still the one that shot up that Hill Top bar 
        E                                                      A 
You say me and ol' Jim Beam sometimes take things a little too far 
    D                                                      A           D 
But I don't think you're ready for no Honky Tonk Hero like me btches please 
A                      E                   A 
You'd do better with a puppet dancing on a string 
 
CHORUS 
 
I'm still the one that got cut up in that Austin parking lot 
I did some cutting of my own you know I always give for what I got 
Maybe battle scars and whiskey breath ain't in your market plan 
I don't think you're ready for no true life Honky Tonk Man 
 
CHORUS 
 
  A                E  E             A 
I do what I please,     with no apologies