Sweet

Intro: A  G-A (x2)

D                     Dsus
She came through the front door 
lookin'
D                             A
Fast as a big train' bookin' down 
the line
         G          A
She was lookin' fine
D                  Dsus
Long and lean and dressed to kill
D
Stacked up high with perfect wheels
           A
And there ain't no chance
                 G              A
That girl would ever dance with me
E                 Esus       
She got all those city boys out 
    E
pushin and shovin
   E              Esus           
A country boy like me don't ever get
E
 no uptown lovin'


Refrão -------------
A
(She's) sweet
              G
She's got em meltin' in her hand
Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
A
Whoever gets a taste of that cup of 
sugar
G
Sure is a lucky man
        A     G
She's sweet, she's babe-alicious
A
I can't reach that Georgia peach
G                 A
She sure looks delicious
-------------------- 

D             Dsus
I had nothin' else to do
      D
So I threw down two more shots of 
booze
        A                          
And it made me strong, I strapped 
   G         A
my courage on
D                Dsus            
I said would you like to drink by
   D
 chance
                             A
No what I mean is would you like to 
dance with me
        G                  A
Please, in my best southernese
E                  Esus          
Got hot out on the dance floor 
        E
when she whispered in my ear
   E                 Esus      
I think I found me a country-boy 
   E
let's get outta here


Refrão -------------
A
(I said) sweet
     G
I'm meltin' in her hand
   A
I feel like a spoon in a cup of 
blonde sugar
            G
You're all lookin' at a lucky man
        A      G
I said sweet, she's babe-alicious
      A
That Georgia peach is now in my 
reach
G                     A
And don't she look delicious
--------------------  

Instrumental: E  D  A (x2)

REPEAT CHORUS 2