CFC
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
FC
Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my name
C
I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink
CF
I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink
EA
You better come up smelling sweet' Cause you're a long time stinking
D
and it's a little too late to complain
FGC
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
[Verse 2]
CFC
Now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs down your leg
FC
It's like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg
C
They tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
F
If you take all the sugar, you will end up in the sulfur
C
And you're burning, hello baby then I'm I'm pleased to meet you
F
I wouldn't do you wrong, honey, I wouldn't cheat you, honey
EADG
But when can I see you again? Wrap you up in cellophane
FGG
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
[Bridge]
FC
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
Em
When your eyes fill up with brine 'Cause you're drowning in wine
Am
It's like the last days of Rome with the despots and divine
FG
And there's no place like home For a little doll from China
FG
It's a little too late to complain
FGC
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
[Verse 3]
C
You can go west to Texas Go east to Mississippi
F
You can run out of money You can run out of pity
C
Throw open your purse Until you're crying for mercy
F
Go to Alabama, escape Louisiana
C
I'm digging like a miner North and South Carolina
F
And then if you continue You will end up in Virginia
C
The women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
F
But in Albany, New York They love the filthy way I talk
EA
Until they gargle with the finest champagne
DG
They can't get the grape and the grain
FGC
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
[Verse 3]
C
If I could find a piano Here in Bloomington, Indiana
F
I would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off
C
Up in Syracuse, I was falsely accused
F
But I'm not here to hurt you I'm here to steal your virtue
C
Down in Bridgeport The women will kill you for sport
F
But in Worcester, Massachusetts They love my sauce
C
The women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
F
But I hear in Ypsilanti They don't wear any panties
EA
Once they gargle with the finest champagne
DG
They hitch up their skirts and exclaim
FG
It's not very far, sugar
FG
It's not very far, sugar
FG
Pour a little sugar on me, sugar
FG
It's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane
[Outro]
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