Intro: G D C9 D X2 G F C G D C9 I remember being young. D Hell I think i still am. G I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate D C9 D Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam. G D C9 That's the last thing I recall. D Hell I heard I had a ball. G D C9 I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars, D Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars. G D C9 Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are? D G Is this my calling? D C9 Am I falling? D G D C9 D Is this what I need? Pre-Chorus: G D C9 D Chorus: G* D* C* It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane. G* D* C* Let my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain. G* D* C* Said thats alright. C* I must be runnin out of time. G* D* What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night? Solo: G* D* C* X2 Verse: Can i get a cigarette? Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighter What I do is use the stova-stova. Take another shower. Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hour Through the back seat ain't called shotgun. Driver sittin crooked in the driver seat. Good God! Am I gonna die? Just another picture missing from the newspaper. See you later. Turn the funky radio up. Chorus Verse: I'm bored talkin bout the night Cuz we all know Louisiana sets it up right With the band playin front stage Never made the front page Livin off a dollar In the hopes I get a good wage. Shout out!Everybody clap. For the fine little girl in the second row back. With the blonde hair, mini-skirt Nice legs, tight shirt, Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act. Chorus
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