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[Intro] C F G x3 C
CThey come to town when the Fwar is ovGer CDirty boots in the Gmiddle of theC night CTrolling the bars, Fhitting on the Gsoldiers CBoys give it up wGithout a Cfight CThey say, “CHey, boy, howF about Gyour place? CI know you really want toG take meC home” CDrop the bags off on the FbedroomG floor CThey make love with the liGghtsC on, saying
F“I’m a carpetbagger, Cbaby FI’m coming to your Ctown GI’m going to treat you kind GI’m going to rob you blind GI’ll smile all the time Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G C G C
CSally could have had any Fone of the Gboys But sheC couldn’t love no one she couldG not controCl CFriend of mine and Fher got mGarried CI don’t hear too much from Gthem anyCmore CLast I heard, he had aF rope around Ghis neck CDragging around the Ggrocery sCtore CCarrying her bags and Fpushing down the aGisles Saying, “I ainC’t got no home in this Gworld anyCmore”
F“I’m a carpetbagger, Cbaby FI’m coming to your Ctown GI’m going to treat you kind GI’m going to rob you blind GI’ll smile all the time Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G C G C
CThey come to town when the Fparty’s ovGer CBooks been written and Gtruths been tCried CThey’ll take it all if the Fdoor’s left Gopen CSteal the nose right from uGnder your Ceyes
FSinging, “I’m a carpeCtbagger, baby FI’m coming to your Ctown GI’m going to treat you kind GI’m going to rob you blind GI’ll smile all the time Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G Whoa, Cyeah F G C G C