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BULLDOZERS AND DIRT

Chords and notes by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com

The G and C chords that the band uses are the ones where you
keep your pinkie finger on the third fret of the E string and your ring finger on the
fret of the B
string, and only raise the root notes up a string to change from G to C. (Sorry if
confusing, but
I don’t know the names of those chords. Like Gadd9 and Cadd9 or something odd like that.)

I have also included the tab for a guitar arrangement of the mandolin intro found on the
Deliverance” CD.
The mandolin arrangement is capoed at the 5th fret. Once again, I’ve tabbed the chords
relation to the
position of the capo for ease of tabbing and playing. The mandolin part will be the
chord you see
(for instance, C/G, G/D, D/A), and I will only include it up through the first chorus.
then you should have
the hang of it, but will be able to refer back to the beginning if you need to.

One final note: With your guitar tuned in E (EADGBE), you can capo at the third fret and
the mandolin
arrangement. That’s handy if you don’t have your guitar tuned down but want to sing/play
song in the correct key.


(Intro, sung acapella…)
Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt.


What’s yer mama got hidden up her shirt?


I like to play and I like to work,

                                                          G/D
but most of all I like bulldozers and dirt.

C/G           G/D             D/A           G/D
I met your mama when I was nine-teen

C/G                        G/D         D/A
You couldn’t have been any more than three

C/G                  G/D                D/A      G/D
She caught me stealing yall’s color T-V

C/G                 G/D                 D/A      G/D
She called the cops and they arrested me.


C/G             G/D               D/A      G/D
She was the wildest thing I’d ever seen

      C/G       G/D              D/A
the way she pointed that shotgun at me

      C/G    G/D           D/A        G/D
the police hauled my ass off to jail

         C/G                     G/D        D/A
G/D
Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail


       C/G          G/D      D/A        G/D
She picked me up and drove me home

C/G        G/D         D/A
said “I’ll learn you not to roam”

C/G              G/D  D/A         G/D
Green green grass under my feet

      C/G      G/D                       D/A         G/D
but all I can think about’s the dirt under-neath


(Chorus)

        C/G            G/D        D/A           G/D
Bull-dozers and dirt Bull-dozers and dirt

     C/G       G/D     D/A
be-hind the trailer, my desert

          C/G       G/D        D/A           G/D
Them red clay piles are heaven on earth

C/G       G/D                 D/A            G/D
I get my rocks off, bull-dozers and dirt

C                                      G
        G
(spoken) …I got a pickup that’s sittin’ on blocks

             C             G       D
and I’m up to my ass in debt and hock

         C                  G              D            G
and I can’t get the red stains off of my socks

         C                    G             D
and I can’t get you off of my mind…


       C                       G              D         G
I’ve lived with your mama for e-leven years

               C                G                      D
Through good times, and bad times, fist fights and tears

      C                          G           D
      G
but something comes over me when you come near

     C                        G            D              G
so won’t you come over and sip on this beer

        C                G            D               G
Bull-dozers and dirt Bull-dozers and dirt

     C           G         D
be-hind the trailer, my desert

  C                     G          D               G
I don’t mean no harm, I just like to flirt

      C               G              D                G
but most of all I like bull-dozers and dirt


C               G              D                C,G,D,G
most of all I like bull-dozers and di------irt…


lyrics by Patterson Hood
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell)
©1997 Soul Dump Music
written while walking my dog (Aretha), spring 1996

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NINE BULLETS

Intro:
G, D, Cadd9, D, G

G                D    Cadd9 G
My roommate's gun got nine  bullets in it
G    D          Cadd9         G
Nine bullets in my roommate's gun
G             D       Cadd9 G
My roommate's gun got nine  bullets in it
G            D       Cadd0      G
Gonna find a use for every last one


Em7         D        Cadd9    G
One for the love who chose to betray me
Em7         D        Cadd9       G
a real fine love who wouldn't be true
Em7         D        Cadd9           G
One for the man that she betrayed me with
G             D             C          Em7
a nice enough fella, she'll betray him too
G             D             Cadd9      Em7
a nice enough fella, she'll betray him too


G              D      Cadd9 G
My roommate's gun got nine  bullets in it
G    D             Cadd9         G
Nine bullets in my roommate's gun
G             D       Cadd9 G
My roommate's gun got nine  bullets in it
G            D       Cadd9      G
Gonna find a use for every last one

One for my boss man, riding my butt again

sorry sir, but you'd better clock out

One for the lady down at the laundromat

who goes through the dryer pulling one sock out

She goes through my dryer pulling one sock out


My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Nine bullets in my roommate's gun

My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Gonna find a use for every last one

One just to put me out of my misery

I better aim that sucker true

I'll leave a note that says I'm sorry but

I went off the deep end when I fell for you

I went off the deep end when I fell for you


Asus2     Cadd9, G, Cadd9, G

Asus2     Cadd9,  D


D        D      Cadd9     G
One each for my immediate family
G                 D               Cadd9  G
they'll be so disappointed to see what I done
G        D             Cadd9          G
One left over, so I'll save it for my roommate
G     D          Cadd9      Em7
After all its my roommate's gun
G     D          Cadd9      Em7
After all its my roommate's gun
G     D          Cadd9      Em7
After all its my roommate's gun

its my roommate's gun


My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Nine bullets in my roommate's gun

My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Gonna find a use for every last one

My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Nine bullets in my roommate's gun

My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it

Gonna find a use for every last one

Gonna find a use for every last one

Gonna find a use for every last one

lyrics by Patterson Hood Music by Drive-by Truckers ©1997 Soul Dump Music
originally written on stage in Opelika AL. P. Hood and M. Cooley 3/13/92

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UNCLE FRANK
chords/tab by Travis Kilgore on altcountry.,com

There is another odd chord in this song, as well. Once again, I don’t know what it’s
but I can show you how to play it.

E------2------|    Make a normal D chord, then use your pinkie finger to fret the 4th
of the A string AND mute the
B------3------|    D string. It’s a little awkward at first, but gets easier with
Since I don’t know exactly what
G------2------|    this chord is called, I will refer to it in the tab as C#/D.
D------x------|
A------4------|
E-------------|

A
They powered up the city with hydro-electric juice.

         F#m
Now we got more electricity than we can ever use.

         D                       C#/D
                                    D
They flooded out the hollow and all the folks down there moved out,

       A                       E                           D
               A
But they got paid so there ain’t nothin’ else to think about.

A
Some of them made their living cutting the timber down,

F#m
Snaking it one log at a time up the hill and into town.

D         C#/D             E                      D
T.V.A. had a way to clear it off real fast.

             A           E                            D
                    A
Lots of men and machinery build a dam and drown the rest.

A
Uncle Frank lived in a cabin down on Cedar Creek,

             F#m
Bought fifteen acres when he got back home from overseas.

D                    C#/D             E
            D
Fifteen rocky acres, figured noone else would want,

       A                           E                  D
                     A
Till all that backed up water had to have some place to go.

D       C#/D                 E
Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write.

D               C#/D                E
Never held down a job, or needed one in his life.

Bm                                       F#m
              D
They assured him there’d be work for him in town building cars.

                             A
It’s already going down.

A
The cars never came to town and the roads never got built.

              F#m
And the price of all that power kept on going straight uphill.

       D                         C#/D
                        D
The banks around the hollow sold for lakefront proper-ty

                          A                           E
          D                   A
Where Doctors, Lawyers, and Mu-sicians teach their kids to water-ski.

D        C#/D               E
Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write.

 D                      C#/D             E
So there was no note or letter found where he died.

          Bm                                         F#m
                    D
Just a rope around his neck and the kitchen table turned on it’s side

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TOO MUCH SEX, TOO LITTLE JESUS

Chords/tab by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com

I am including tab of the chord voicings used by the band on this song. While they are
quite standard, I don’t know their actual names. Therefore I will refer to them by their
names. (The one exception to this is the D used in the song, which is just your 
garden-variety D chord.)

Em7,

E—3--
B—3--
G—0--
D—2--
A—2--
E—0—-

Asus2

E—3--
B—3--
G—2--
D—2--
A—0--
E—---

B

E—3--
B—3--
G—0--
D—0--
A—2--
E—---


C,

E—3--
B—3--
G—0--
D—2--
A—3--
E—---

G,

E—3--
B—3--
G—0--
D—0--
A—2--
E—3—-

One final note before we get to the tablature: In the guitar lick immediately following
first line (Too much sex, too little Jesus), the A that the band plays is just the A
not the entire chord noted above. So when you see the A in parenthesis (A), remember to 
hit that one string. Although there would be no harm whatsoever if you decided to play
entire chord, either. Do whichever is most comfortable for you.

Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus)

Guitar Intro starts with G...


               D
Too much sex,     too little Jesus(Play C, B, (A), G three times)
Em                           D
Stacy’s been a troubled teen ever since she was twelve.
C                                  A
She felt the world close in on her and thought

she needed help.
Em                     D
Listening to the radio on a Sunday night,
C                                 A
She heard the preacher calling out to call up on his Help-line.
Em                  D
He sounded so nice; he sounded so inviting.
C                              A
For a small donation she could have the Lord Almighty.
  Em                     D
She told him her story. He told her his thoughts.
   C                                  A
He said you better get yourself right in the eyes of God.
(Play C, B, (A), G once)


Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
C             A
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus...
(Play C, B, (A) G three times.)

Em                      D
Stop that dope smoking, stop that masturbation!
C                                 A
Take the Lord into your heart and stop that fornication.
     Em                         D
We're building us an army, gonna knock out Satan.
C                       A
Visa or MasterCard, our operators are waiting!
(Play C, B, (A), G once.)
Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
C             A
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus...
(Play C, B, (A) G three times.)


         Em                               D
(He) said “Satan's made a slave of you, the Lord will set you free!
    C                                     A
You don't know God from diddly and you're old enough to breed.
   Em                         D
The sins of me and you are the reason he did bleed.
      C                             A
Now a word from our sponsor then an-other troubled teen with...
(Play C, B, (A), G once)


Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus
,C             A
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
Em            D
Too much sex,   too little Jesus,
C             A
Too much sex,   too little Jesus...

(Play Em, D, C, A two more times)

(End with C, B, (A) G)


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BOX OF SPIDERS

G         D              Cadd9
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders.
G                D            Cadd9
She says they're on me when I sleep.
G       D                Cadd9
Waiting in the out-house for me.
G      D              Cadd9
       underneath the seat.

My great-grandmothers bout ninety-seven
and she is sure when she gets to heaven,
old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say
'I've waited so long for us to meet'.

Cadd9                      Asus2
She put the General in a box
               Cadd9                             Asus2
and buried him behind the Stoney Point Church of Christ,
                 G
when I was three.

(and she says) "When the lord comes to take me,
I'll die with a smile on, cause He's taking all my pains and fears."
She said The Generals last words were
"It's hotter than hell in here".

Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders,
or so she told me as a child,
and I would hold it in for hours.
Too mean to die. Too mean to die. Too mean.

(for Gran Gran)

Asus2  x02233

lyrics by Patterson Hood
music by Drive-by Truckers
©1998 Soul Dump Music

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ONE OF THESE DAYS

Lyrics: www.drivebytruckers.com
Music Transcribed: Kyle & Scott Holcomb


C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G 
/// Em ///

C            G              D            Em
  If I had a dime for every time I heard my old man say
C                              G
One of these days
G                D           Em
   I wouldn't be like my old man today
C               G                D
   Talking bout places that he'd been
            Em                       C             G
Back in his younger days that he was gonna go back to again
D                   Em
One of these days

Dropped out of school when he was just sixteen
Fell right in to a tire plant
Building the very things that make the asphalt sing
And put Alabama far behind you

I remember him saying that Chicago was a hell right here on earth
And twenty five years later I was saying the same thing about Memphis

It's no wonder everybodies scared of downtown Birmingham
It's just a little too close to home
But there's more crooks down here and the cops don't care,
While old white men wearing ties can do anything they want.

Once a country boy's seen the way the steam rises
Off a man's insides on the sidewalk
Tends to change the way he thinks, the way he sees everything
And he goes back to where he came from

             G    D            C              G
F#m   Em               D      C
One of these days when my face   looks like a roadmap gonna find my way back home.
G              D              C               G
 F#m      Em               D      C
   And I'll go walking on the west side after dark and leave my gun locked in my car.
             C                    D              Em
One of these days you'll take one look at me and run.
             C                    D              Em
One of these days you'll take one look at me and run.

C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G 
/// Em ///

C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G
D

G

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Margo and Harold
(chords submitted by Brian Howard


Em7 Fm root   G   Cadd9


-3-  -x-     -3-   -3-


-3-  -x-     -3-   -3-


-0-  -x-     -0-   -0-


-2-  -2-     -0-   -2-


-2-  -0-     -2-   -3-


-0-  -2-     -3-   -0-


        Em7    Fmr
     G          Cadd9

I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold.

        Em7      Fmr     G
      Cadd9        Em7  Fmr          G


I don't like the way he looks at you, and the way she looks at me,

         Cadd9
                    Em7    Fmr  G           Cadd9

Way they look at each other, like we're just part of some private joke.


I don't want to go dinner with Margo and Harold,


no matter how good the food.

I don't want to make small talk, innuendo,


or go for a ride in Harold's Corvette.


Bm                      E

I'm scared of the basement of Harold's Pawn Shop,

  Bm                    Em


I've heard tales of what goes down there.

Bm               Em
                Bm        Em

Mid-life crises, high on Dilauded, Valium, and crystal meth.

  Cadd9            D


Harold and Margo, feeling no pain

 Cadd9


Fifty and crazy, big hair and cocaine.

If they call on the phone, tell them I'm not home.

That night with Margo was a long time ago.


It makes me nervous how much Harold knows,

and the way that he looks at you.


I don't want to see why Harold's now skinny.


I don't want to see Margo's bikini.

So if they call, tell them you ain't seen me or that I'm in too much pain.

Harold and Margo, taking aim.

Horny and loaded, big-hair and cocaine.

Lyrics by Patterson Hood

Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)

©1998 Soul Dump Music


__________________________________________________________________________________
THE COMPANY I KEEP

Intro:
Cadd9, G

G           D                Cadd9   G
My Mama told me, your life is such a wreck
Cadd9                                        G
   Your dumber than dogshit is what my Daddy said
Cadd9                         G             Cadd9
I was just thirteen when they showed me the door
G            D                 Cadd9         G
I keep their picture but don't look at it no more

My first wife told me, you need to get a life

My third wife told me to get another wife

I brought a bottle and the van's parked right outside the door

So come on darling, if you want to be number 4


Cadd9                 G
Sometimes I feel like shit
Cadd9                      D
Sometimes it ain't half of it
Cadd9                     G               Cadd9
Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep
G             D              Cadd9     G
Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep

Ain't held down no job since 1984

I get by holding up convenience stores

I get by on liquor, guns and luck

But I'm scared to death which one might run out first

I seen my past in everything that I despise

I've seen my future and I'm scared to close my eyes

Is that my ghost that I see in my fears

Or just my reflection in my Mama's tears


Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers
© Soul Dump Music (BMI)


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The President's Penis is Missing

-----------------------|
-----------------------|
---22----22---22--22---|
---22----22---22--22---|
-0-----------0---0-----|
-------0---------------|


(NEWS FLASH!!!) (scene: the press corps have descended upon the White House, a
begins to speak:)

A                                           E
“They looked in the White House and Capitol Hill
                                   A
They looked everywhere for Buffalo Bill
                                        E
We called every scholar, reporter, and genius
                                A
Has anyone seen the President’s penis?”


A                                 E
“It ain’t in the Congress or Judiciary
                                              A
It ain’t in the Smithsonian or that big ole library
                                       E
an astronomer claims it was sighted on Venus
                                 A
Has anyone seen the President’s penis?”

(now the entire press corp. erupts in song:)

D
“THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!!
                                         A
WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW, EVERY NIGHT EVERYDAY
                                     E
LORD, WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US
                                 A
HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS?”

(at this point, legendary news man Walter Cronkite returns from the moon to add his commentary:)

“Now Presidents have goofed up in all kinds of ways

in the 80’s we elected one missing his brain

George Washington caught a cold he couldn’t explain

and we all know the truth about Thomas Jefferson’s name”

(suddenly William Randolph Hurst rises from the grave and bellows out in an Orson Welles
voice:)

“Franklin D. Roosevelt wasn’t no square

with that raging Woodrow in his wheelchair

and all the lesbians snickered that Elenor didn’t care

and John Kennedy’s penis was seen everywhere”

(once again everyone breaks out in gleeful song:)

“THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!!

WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW EVERY NIGHT EVERY DAY

LORD WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US

HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS?”


(the scene shifts to Sen. John Glenn, wandering pensively, somewhere in space:)

“Them outer space people would laugh if they’d seen us

all this talk about cum-stains and oral coitus

meanwhile the whole world suffers from hunger and meanness

but we’re more concerned with the President’s penis”

THE END?
lyrics by Patterson Hood (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music

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TAILS FACING UP
G                                             Cadd9
Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,
     G                                              D
she solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.
    G                                            Cadd9
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
    G                      D                         G
and banging the babysitter every time she turned her back.

Cadd9                                         G
We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
                                                                    D
and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.
Cadd9                                     G       Cadd9
Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling.
Asus2            Em7       Asus2             Cadd9
Moon and mascara.         I've always been a holy terror.
Asus2               G     Cadd9           Asus2
           Cadd9
Temptations lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!
               G
You'll find me there.


Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.

She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild,

I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down.


My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying.

I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding.

So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila.

I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days.

And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up.

A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.

lyrics by Patterson Hood
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)
©1998 Soul Dump Music

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LOVE LIKE THIS

Transcribed by Kyle, with amendment by Travis Kilgore

THIS SONG IS IN STANDARD TUNING UNLIKE MOST OF THEIR SONGS.


Play D/Db as follows

E-2-
B-3-
G-2-
D-x-
A-4-
E-

LOVE LIKE THIS
D        A         D

A                                               G
          A
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal.
A                                                      G
                    D
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will.
G                                              D
        Bm
And I can't wait to see you and see how your week has gone,
             E                                    A
and tear into Old No.7 and make love till dawn.

But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.And by Saturday morning,
I'll be singing these blues.

       G                              A
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
D                                   Bm
one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
          G                           A                           D

on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
      G                                       A
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
               D                                         Bm
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
               G                                       A
      D
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.


Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well.
Cussin' God and America, wishing them both just to send me off to hell.
But the boss man don't want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock.
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got.

Last night I slept with my boots on again,one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this


lyrics by Mike Cooley
music by Drive-by Truckers
©1998 Soul Dump Music

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Mrs. Dubose
Jupiter mules kickin' out all the stops
Newfangled dogs danglin' stars from her eyelids
She can't read between the lies anymore
Lord, help her rise just one more time if you can.
Still, the children read to her
till she opens up her hands

When my body dies will you remember my name?
When my body dies will you remember my name?

Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower
now you're all dead inside withered and insane
Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower, you got the death,
the dust, and the opium runnin' through your veins
Black maid stays cause she's paid to be around
Condemned and scared for all she knows
You better look at the road when you pass
she gonna fix you with that evil eye
unless your hotdin' your old man's hand
you better pass on by better pass on by

lyrics by Rob Malone
music by Drive-by Truckers
©1998 Soul Dump Music

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Zoloft

[ ]
Notes in these are not full chords. Just use the notes as a walkdown.

G


All my family problems disappeared over night
D                                         G
We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine
                                          D
My sister's teen angst just flew out the window
                     [C]   [B] [A] [G]       G
Mama's so happy she laughs all the time

G
Used to have trouble getting along with each other
D                                       G
Mama's hating Daddy, I'm hating little brother
                                                  D
Then the family doctor gave us all these little pills
                         [C]  [B][A] [G]
Now I can't believe how great we all feel


All my family problems disappeared over night

We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine

My sister's teen angst just flew out the window

Mama's so happy she laughs all the time


The birds in the trees all sing them happy songs

Everyone is smiling, we're so glad to be alive

Even my old pit bull don't growl anymore

He just watches tail wag from side to side


All my family problems disappeared over night

We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine

My sister's teen angst just flew out the window

Mama's so happy she laughs till she cries

I used to be so unhappy singing songs about killing

Taking methodone and jacking off four or five times a day

But now I'm so happy, I'm so goddamned happy

Who needs an orgasm when life's so fucking great


All my family problems disappeared over night

We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine

My sister's teen angst just flew out the window

Mama's so happy she cries all the time


Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers
© Soul Dump Music (BMI)


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THE NIGHT GG ALLIN CAME TO TOWN
(chords submitted by Brian Howard. Thanks!)


G         D
      G         D           C     D

We were bored, there was nothing going on.

                C      D    G
D    G   D        C     D

Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again.

            C                    D

Then drink some more when the morning comes.

Emin          D                  C

Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi.

Emin              D                     C

We were doing our best just to ride it down.

C

Till the night G.G. Allin came to town.

   G                     D           G

"Honey, I dont believe this,"

    D                      C D
  C                   D

the old man at Ferguson's Cafe kept saying to his wife.

G
            D   G    D                       C    D
              C

As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down

        D

 that night

Emin                D           C       Emin
       D

"It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into

       C


 the crowd.

           Emin             D                   C

But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down."

                           D

Gone before the shit came down.

C                             D

The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.

G               D             C

The Night G.C. Allin Came to Town.

 G              D       C

Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991.

G
                    D             C

Punk Rockers Paid $12.00 to be Shit On!

The Night
G.G. Allin Came to Town

  Emin                 D
              C

"It says He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass!"

   Emin
               D         C

The old man and his wife were aghast

The Night G.G
. Allin Came to Town.

The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.

lyrics by Patterson Hood (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music
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