Hank Williams Jr. - Dinosaur

^DHey man them ain't high heeled ^Gsneakers ^DAnd they sure don't look like cowboy ^Gboots ^DAnd that ain't rock and roll you're ^Gplayin' ^EAnd it sure ain't country or rhythm and ^Ablues

You're ^Gsingin' a song about ^Amakin' love to your ^Ddrummer Well ^Ggay guitar-^Apickers don't turn me ^Don And ^Gwe don't all get ^Ainto Donna ^Dsummer Do you ^Ehappen to know any old hank Williams ^Asongs

'Cause you see I'm a ^Gdin^Aosa^Dur I should've died a ^Glong ^Atime be^Dfore Have pity on a ^Gdin^Aosa^Dur ^Bm Hand me my ^Ghat, excuse me ^Aman but where's the ^Ddoor^{G D G}

^DIt used to be I had a lotta fun in this ^Gold hangout ^DWe'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay outta ^Gfights ^DNow and then we'd light a little smoke in the ^Gtruck out back ^EAww, then a little old Jim beam and we'd get ^Aright

And you know these ^Gflashing lights ^Asure make me ^Ddizzy And this ^Gdisco's very ^Astrange to my ^Dear It ^Glooks like they've turned the ^Alonghorn into a ^Dspaceship ^EAnd I'll be leavin' just as soon as I finish this ^Abeer

'Cause you see I'm a ^Gdin^Aosa^Dur Should've died a ^Glong ^Atime be^Dfore There's a whole lotta ^Gdin^Aosa^Durs^Bm Give us our ^Ghats, excuse me ^Aman but where's the ^Ddoor Get us our ^Ghats, excuse me ^Aman where's the ^Ddoor