Cledus T Judd - Goodbye squirrel
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GOODBYE SQUIRREL - Cledus T. Judd
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CMe and Harold Bumpert were Foutdoors men
CSet in our backwoods Gways
CBoth members of the Fhuntin' club
CBoth active in the GNRCA -Nation Redneck Association
CWe scouted a location where we Fhad no doubt
CWe'd kill the biggest buck in the Gworld-about a 34 pointer
CHarold waited in his Ftree stand
CBut, all he Gseen was a Csquirrel
CDang near two weeks since the the Fseason started and
CNeither one of us was Gamused
We had a on Creal tree camo, Fhigh-powered ammo
But Cno big Ggame to Cshoot
CThen we finally saw a deer as Fbig as a horse
CHarold had it in his Gcross-hairs
But that Csquirrel jumped off a Fbranch above us and
CLanded in GHarold's Chair (...get it out...)
Harold Amfell off the stand, on his Ghead he landed
FLike a wimp he Claid there and cried
Till I Amclimbed on down, picked him Gup off the ground
And it Fdidn't take us long to Gdecide...that squirrel had to Cdie F C
Good-Gbye squiFrrel
With black-eyed pCeas F
Your gonna Ctaste good to Gme-Fsquirrel
It's you or Cme F
Come on Cout of that tGree-sFquirrel
Hey guess whatC F
You've eaten Cyour last nGut-sFquirrel
CMe and Harold went down to the Fsurplus store
CBought a keg of dynoGmite
Two Cbaseball bats and a Fcase of M80's
We were Cin for one Gheck of a Cfight-we'll show you
CWhen your huntin' with dumb and Fdumber
CSomethings surely bound to go Gwrong-now be careful
CAnd when Harold lit that Freal short fuse
CI knew it Gwouldn't be Clong
When the Amdynamite Gblew
Harold's Ffoot did Ctoo
And Amfingers began to Gfly
We were barely Falive when the Game Warden G'rived
And Fmuch to our Gsuprise, that squirrel didn't Cdie F C
Good-Gbye Fsquirrel
Just one more shot (Cboom) F
You'll be inC my crock Gpot-sFquirrel
You'll make a lunchC F
You over Cgrown chipGmunk-Fsquirrel
I'll skin ya hideC F
And make a Chat when it's Gdried-Fsquirrel
Dadblame, Earl, my gosh, Ronnie Milsap could see better than you.
I said gimme that, gimme that gun... Look out!(boom boom .. boom)
I think I killed something.
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