Intro: CFCF
(oh yeah)
CFCF
She said she didn't love him, and maybe she never really did
CFC
She could move back to her momma's, and they could split time with the kids
FG
She just noticed, her first touch of grey
FG
She don't want to wait, not one more day
Chorus:
CGF
This ain't no practice life
CGF
We only get one shot
CGF
And our love ain't throw aw---ay
GF
It's all we've go---t
AmG
And nobody goes around twice
CF
'Cause this ain't no practice life
CFCF
There's sixty hours on his time card, and it's only Thursday night
CFC
His kids are growin' up without him, and he's about to lose his wife
FG
So he puts down the papers, and he picks up the phone
FG
And says, "Son tell your momma, I'm a'comin' home"
ChorusInstrumental: FGFGAmG
So much to do with so little time
FG
That clock on the wall is gonna rob us all blind
Chorus (twice)
CF
This ain't no practice life
CF
Hey it ain't no practice life
Outro: CF
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