West Texas Holiday

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Dm]September come to [D]Texas just [F#]one time every year,
so we [G]get our guns and our
[E]Pickup trucks, and a bunch [G]of that Lone [A]Star [D]beer,
[Dm]well we head out [D]for the
Open plains, where the [F#]birds they all flow like wine,
we [G]hunt them up then we
[E]Shoot them down, man it [G]makes me feel [A]so [D]fine,
The manly sport [Dm]is what I'm
[D]Talking about, [G]so you can [F#]grab you a pouch of chew,
[G]If we get bored 'cause the
[E]Birds won't fly,
we'll shoot the rab[G]bits with [A]my [D].22[G].

[Verse 2]
[Chorus] I don't wanna go [G]to
Paris,
I get [D]enough French will my fries,
Just [G]send me on down to Abilene,
for [E]the huntingman's[A]paradise,
[D]Honey you can stay at home all day,
laugh and dance go out shopping and play,
'cause [G]I'll be out with the boys, on
[A]a West Texas H[D]oliday.
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 3]
[D]Hunting
is a lot like religion or [F#]so it is I'm told, they're b[G]oth just a simple
Little [E]way of life, and they're both [G]good [A]for your soul,
[D]fro[Dm]m Robert Earl Keen
To Robert E. Lee, per[D]fect [F#]strangers or best of friends,
we [G]all have a common
Little [E]bond between us we were [G]born to be [A]huntin' [D]men,
If it flies it dies or
So they [Dm]say, [D]and so oft[F#]en times it's true,
yeah but [G]you take yours and I'll
[E]Take mine, and we'll [G]have
us a [A]Bar-B-Que.
[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
[Chor[D]us]

[Outro 1]
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