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Artist - Keller Williams Song - Passapatanzy Intro: e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| Verse:
GDriving on down C218 G C Not a blue light to be seen CI'm comin' up onF ol' 7-0 C F GDown 600 I do goC G C I'm Fcruising along with the Cradio on and my Dhands upon the wheel As I race I can almost taste my evening meal Trailers, logs, horses, dogs for me to see It's a Fday in the Clife in DPasDsaDpaDtaDnzy
e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| Got enough wood to last a week The old pile's lookin' pretty neat Well the pickup will hold a half a cord Any more than that we need help from the Lord There's plenty of kindling that's laying out in the yard If we run out of newspaper I can use an old deck of cards Take the soft section off of a rotten old downed tree Sweatin' in the free heat in Passapatanzy Bridge:
Well now Bshe was in heat and we can't compete GWith her boyfriends At Anights just for fun she Gsleeps in the sun
e|-------------------| B|-------------------| G|----------------0--| D|------0h2p0h2po----| A|-0h2---------------| E|-------------------| She don't wanna be let in
That Bseedy mutt, she's gettin' a gut GThere ain't no need to fuss She Abrings an adder home Gevery night That DcaDnine Deats Dbetter Dthan us
e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| My love will make you feel so tall Watch out for that ceiling fan it'll catch you in the jaw My wicker chair will rock you right asleep Even if you dangle your feet My washer bangs a trottle beat So we can tell the Lord Appliances can make music too But they cannot write no songs Won't you please take my hand And dance around with me It's a day in the life In Passapatanzy