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[Intro]
| G - - - | - - - - | C - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - -
[Verse 1]
G C
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
Em
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
D G
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears
G
Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin'
C
for blood
Em
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
D G
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up
G
There's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose
C
bend
Em
But she swears that his love is a damn God sent
D G
She's known God since she was a child
G
She used to play in the yard and she would dream of one
C
day
Em
Til the world came around and took her dreamin' away
D G
Told her how to dress and act and smile
[Pre-Chorus]
C
She's an Oklahoma smokeshow
G
He's an asshole from back home
D Em
She won't ever make it out alive
C
That small town bar scene
G
Where small vices kill your big dreams
D Em
He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive
[Chorus]
C
I'll be here, I've been up all night
G
Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I
D
One you'll never know
Em
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow
C
I'll be here, I've been up all night
G
Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I
One you'll never know
D Em
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow
[Solo]
C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - - C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - -
[Outro]
G C
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
Em
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
D G
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears
G
Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin'
C
for blood
Em
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
D G
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up
[Intro]
| G - - - | - - - - | C - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - -
[Verse 1]
G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - - G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - - G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - - G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - -
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears
Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin'
for blood
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up
There's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose
bend
But she swears that his love is a damn God sent
She's known God since she was a child
She used to play in the yard and she would dream of one
day
Til the world came around and took her dreamin' away
Told her how to dress and act and smile
[Pre-Chorus]
C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - - C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - -
She's an Oklahoma smokeshow
He's an asshole from back home
She won't ever make it out alive
That small town bar scene
Where small vices kill your big dreams
He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive
[Chorus]
C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - - C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - -
I'll be here, I've been up all night
Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I
One you'll never know
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow
I'll be here, I've been up all night
Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I
One you'll never know
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow
[Solo]
C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - - C |
| - - - - | - - - G | - - - - | - - - D |
| - - - - | - - - Em | - - - - | - - -
[Outro]
G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G | - - - - | - - - G |
| - - - - | - - - C | - - - - | - - - Em |
| - - - D | - - - G |
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears
Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin'
for blood
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up
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