(Cm)Smart ass lit tle (Gm)girl,

(Fm)al ways on the (Cm)run,

play ing with (Gm)fire

and dad dy’s (Cm)gun.

Fall ing in (Gm)love

on sto len (Cm)wine.

“Where did (Gm)we go wrong, my fool ish (Cm)child?” She said I’m too young to drink, too green to think.

You say these things

and it (Fm7)wears me (Ab)out.

Too young, too frail, but some times I feel like old blue jeans,

’cause you (G)wear me (Cm)out.

You (Cm)wear me out.

Well, who are you to (Gm)judge,

Miss (Fm)“Ac ci den tal (Cm)Wife?”

Who was the (Gm)ge nius that brought me to (Cm)life.

Well, you’re such a hyp o (Gm)crite

to (Fm)think me so un (Cm)wise.

I’m just try in’ to (Gm)see the world through my own (Cm)eyes.

But you say

Well, I’m tat tered and (Gm)torn; see what you do?

Just ad mit it was (Cm)all be cause of you when I don’t come home till the ear ly mor ing, (G)yeah, yeah.

Too young to drink, too green to think.

You say these things

and it (Fm7)wears me (Ab)out.

Too young, too frail, but some times I feel like old blue jeans,

’cause you (G)wear me (Cm)out.

You (Cm)wear me out.

Don’t you know that you (Cm)wear me (Cm)out.

You (Cm)wear me out.

Don’t you know that you (Cm)wear me (Fm)out.