Play this with a capo on 4th fret. All chord names, shapes, and notes are relative to position of capo. Real chord names are in square brackets below.

G ^B = 320033 G(b5)/Bb [B(b5)/D] = x10023 Gsus/A ^Bsus/Db = x00013 A7 ^Db7 = x02020

D ^F# = xx0232 C ^E = x32010 G7 ^B7 = 320031

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^GINT^G(b5)/BbRO ^Gsus/A ^G

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, **RIFF** A7 D G then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.

Well, ^GI'm not a man appointed judge, To ^Cbear ill-will and hold a grudge, But I ^Gthink it's time I said me a few choice ^Dwords. All a^Gbout that demon automobile, A ^Cmetal box with the polyglass wheel, The ^Gend result to the ^Ddream of Henry ^GFord. Well, ^DI've got a car that's mine alone, That ^Cme and the finance company own. A ^Gready made pile of manufactured ^Dgrief. And if I ^Gain't out of gas in the pouring ^G7rain, I'm a-^Cchanging a flat in a hurricane, I ^Gonce spent three days ^Dlost on a clover^Gleaf. Well, it ^A7ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam,

That makes me the bitter fool I am,

But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to ^Ddeath. For ^A7gas and oils and fluids and grease,

And wires and tires and anti-freeze,

And them accessories, well honey that's something ^Delse. Well, you can get a ^Gstereo tape and a color tv, Get a ^Cbackseat bar and reclining seats, ^G And just pay once a month, like you do your ^Drent. Well, I ^Gfigured it up and over a period of ^G7time, This ^Cfour thousand dollar car of mine, Costs ^Gfourteen thousand ^Ddollars and ninety-nine ^Gcents. Well, now ^DLord Mr. Ford, I just ^Cwish that you could ^Gsee, What your simple horseless carriage has be^Dcome. Well, it ^Gseems your contribution to man, To ^Csay the least, got a little out of hand, G D G **RIFF** A7 D G Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.

Now the ^Gaverage American father and mother, Own ^Cone whole car and half another, And ^GI bet that half a car is a trick to ^Dbuy, don't you? But the ^Gthing that amazes me I ^G7guess, Is the ^Cway we measure a man's success, By the ^Gkind of an automo^Dbile he can afford ^Gto buy. Well now, ^A7red light, green light, traffic cop,

Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop,

Get out the credit card honey, we're out of ^Dgas. Well, now ^A7all the car's placed end to end,

Would reach to the moon and back again,

And there'd probably be some poor fool pull out to ^Dpass. Well now, ^Ghow I yearn for the good old days, With^Cout that carbon monoxide haze, A-^Ghanging over the roar of the inter^Dstate. Well, if the ^GLord that made the moon and ^G7stars, Would have ^Cmeant for me and you to have cars, He'd have ^Gseen that we was all ^Dborn with a parking ^Gspace. ^DLord Mr. Ford, I just ^Cwish that you could ^Gsee, What your simple horseless carriage has be^Dcome. Well, it ^Gseems your contribution to ^G7man, To ^Csay the least, got a little out of hand, Well, ^GLord Mr. ^DFord, what have you ^Gdone.

Come away with me Lucille A7 D G C **RIFF** A7 D G In my smoking, choking automobile

Jerry Reed - Lord mr ford