E|E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|-| GOODBYE SQUIRD L - Cledus T. Judd 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 G We'd kill the biggest buck in the world-about a 34 pointerC F Harold waited in his tree standC G C But, all he seen was a squirrelC F Dang near two weeks since the the season started andC G Neither one of us was amusedC F We had a on real tree camo, 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-hairsContinues after the adC F But that squirrel jumped off a branch above us andC G C Landed in Harold's hair (...get it out...)Am G Harold fell off the stand, on his head he landedF C Like a wimp he laid there and criedAm G Till I climbed on down, picked him up off the groundF G C F C And it didn't take us long to decide...that squirrel had to dieG 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 F Me and Harold went down to the surplus storeC G Bought a keg of dynomiteC F Two baseball bats and a case of M80'sC G C We were in for one heck of a fight-we'll show youC F When your huntin' with dumb and dumberC G Somethings surely bound to go 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 G We were barely alive when the Game Warden 'rivedF G C F C And much to our suprise, that 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 G F And make a hat when it's 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.
Goodbye Squirrel
Cledus T. Judd
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