Intro
F#
"Oh, mos' feet and it hang, can't you see?" I groan.
B F#
She says, 'Oh, wha' 'ts arright." I said, "Jesus, don't take it at all."
C# F#
She's a past-cold beauty, but she can't light a cannonball.
F#
Now, down by the river she's a-hop on her knees,
and I holler to my baby, yelling, "Please, please, please!"
B F#
Oh, then I hit her and doubt my chase at all.
C# F#
Now, no hoax. Let's go! But it's that pure soul, and it's off the ball.
F#
Now, honey, I'm makin' a hot to road.
Now I'm happy to leaving, but it's a heavy load.
B F#
I said, "Ah, my babe. She don't meet me no half at all."
C# F#
Dress it up. Best to pick up, bub: better have it all.
[Oh, let's shake it up.]
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F#
Well, hot dog, goody me. Settle on a trail
Down apart my knees I can't find my kerry. Find a nail!
B F#
She old top these... oh, better hold mine up.
C# F#
Please, let's go, 'n' I hope it don't interrupt.
[Oh, do it again, now. One time for Bozo and his dog.
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F#
I hope it come' easy; I hope it comes hard;
I hope I sit me down yon' sit a little a chicken yard.
B F#
Open up, ol' Henry. Get that boy on home.
C# F#
Tell Bess momma, he's up 'n' gone too long.
[Once again, now. Oh, sounds so sweet.]
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