A Different Kind Of Knight

[Em]Can I cut in on a[D] dance?
[D]You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
In that little[Em] Mexican
[Em]You can't mix your tears
With those from an[D] agave plant

You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never [Em]been a friend

You go believin' in your Lancelot
Well it's [D]all in vain

And you're chasin' picket fences,
There's [Em]always hell to pay

I met many a girl in here
With the s[D]ame story line

All them boys on those white horses
Don't know [Em]how to ride

But I go[C]t a pain outside with enough giddyup
To be [Em]free
I got a [C]faint smell of [Em]cheap perfume
[F]And a hint of ga[Em]soline
See I'm [C]a different kind of knigh[Em]t
You're gonna [D]find your fairy tales a[Em]re lies
I don't have a white [C]horse
Dadd4add9                       [Em]
But you can come along for the ride

Em, C up and down)
She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book
I think chivalry's dead
And I ain't gonna look
For them roundtable boys on the white horse
That can't get the story right."
I said "as luck would have it
I was tossed by the throne
I let my merry hair down
Some years ago
And I traded my coat of arms
For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."

-> Chorus

[Em], [C] up and down)
She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit
The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips
And she raised that glass and the lime
And she kissed them goodbye
She said "promise me you'll take it slow
And swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you
Well you can let the hammer down."

-> Chorus