Goodbye Squirrel
Cledus T. Judd
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E|E|------------------------------ E|---------------------------------- E|------------|-| GOODB E|-------------------------------- YE SQUIRD L - Cledus T. Judd E|---------------------------------- E|----------|Tabbed by: bobcats#5 Tuning: StandardC F Me and Harold Bumpert were outdoors menC G Set in our backwoods waysC F Both members of the huntin' clubC G C Both active in the NRA -Nation Redneck AssociationC F We scouted a location where we had no doubtC We'd kill the biggest buck in theG world-about a 34 pointerC F Harold waited in his tree standC G C But, all he seen was a squirrelC Dang near two weeks since the theF season started andC G Neither one of us was amusedC We had a on real tree camo,F high-powered ammoC G C But no big game to shootC F Then we finally saw a deer as big as a horseC G Harold had it in his cross-hairsContinúa después del anuncioC But that squirrel jumped off aF branch above us andC G C Landed in Harold's hair (...get it out...)Am Harold fell off the stand, on hisG head he landedF C Like a wimp he laid there and criedAm Till I climbed on down, picked himG up off the groundF And it didn't take us long toG C decide...that squirrel had to dieF CG F Good-bye squirrelC F With black-eyed peasC G F Your gonna taste good to me-squirrelC F It's you or meC G F Come on out of that tree-squirrelC F Hey guess whatC G F You've eaten your last nut-squirrelC Me and Harold went down to theF surplus storeC G Bought a keg of dynomiteC F Two baseball bats and a case of M80'sC G We were in for one heck of aC fight-we'll show youC When your huntin' with dumb andF dumberC Somethings surely bound to goG wrong-now be carefulC F And when Harold lit that real short fuseC G C I knew it wouldn't be longAm G When the dynamite blewF C Harold's foot did tooAm G And fingers began to flyF We were barely alive when the GameG Warden 'rivedF G And much to our suprise, thatC F C squirrel didn't dieG F Good-bye squirrelC F Just one more shot (boom)C G F You'll be in my crock pot-squirrelC F You'll make a lunchC G F You over grown chipmunk-squirrelC F I'll skin ya hideC And make a hat when it'sG F dried-squirrel Dadblame, Earl, my gosh, Ronnie Milsap could see better than you. I said gimme that, gimme that gun... Look out!(boom boom .. boom) I think I killed something.