Tulsa Turnaround

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[Verse 1]
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Oh Lord, I wish I had never been 
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stoned
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'Cause when I get high I can't 
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leave the women alone
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Omaha Sheriff and his broad 
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gettin' ready for slaughter
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Their lookin' for the man that 
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turned on the mayor's daughter


[Chorus]
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Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell 
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of a thing
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Down in a hollo', every evening 
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you can hear her sing
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She said, funky butt showed me the 
Tulsa Turnaround
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and
 turned me down
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, 
taught me how to love, y'all


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Five miles of road between me and 
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my house
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A rosy-throat sheriff and his 
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deputy trackin' me down
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Well, I wish I was back at Baton, 
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takin' it easy
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But if a man's gonna eat fried 
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chicken he's got to get greasy


[Chorus]
A7                                
Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell 
     D7
of a thing
B7                                
Down in a hollo', every evening 
               E7
you can hear her sing
          A7
She said, funky butt showed me the 
Tulsa Turnaround
D7
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and
 turned me down
B7                      E7     N.C. 
                       A
Fit me like a hand in a glove, 
taught me how to love, y'all


[Instrumental]
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[Otro]
A7                                
Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell 
     D7
of a thing
B7                                
Down in a hollo', every evening 
               E7
you can hear her sing
          A7
She said, funky butt showed me the 
Tulsa Turnaround
D7
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and
 turned me down
B7                      E7     N.C. 
                         A
Fit me like a hand in a glove, 
taught me how to love, y'all