Dm
Well I been around for a long time
               Gm       Dm
And I learned along the way
       Gm               A7
If you wanna go on the radio
          A                    Dm
There are words you just can't say
Dm
Now I thought hard about it
              Gm         Dm
And I found a way around it
Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio
          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?
    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't

Dm A x2

[Verse 1]

Dm
Down in Carolina

I met a girl with a nice _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
So I reached down between us
    A5                Dm
And I whipped out my _ _ _ _ _
Dm
We skipped right past the sucking

And got right down to _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
She turned and said "I gotta ask
         A               Dm
Will you slip it into my _ _ _?"

[Chorus]

Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio
          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?
    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't


[Verse 2]
Dm
Her husband was a trucker

He was a filthy mother_ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
I didn't want to wrastle
          A5                 Dm
With this no good stinkin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Dm
I heard his come through the kitchen door

But I was banging his filthy _ _ _ _ _
Gm
I knew i'd end up in a ditch
      A                    Dm
If he caught me riding his _ _ _ _ _

[Chorus]

Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio
          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?
    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?
           Gm
You got to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't

[Verse 3]
Dm
"Mercy, please!" I told him

But he grabbed me by the _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
And he did something heinous
A5              Dm
He exposed his _ _ _ _
Dm
I said "I dont mean to seem crass

But why are you buttering up your _ _ _"
            Gm
He said "My wife's a beard and she lured you here
            A                           Dm
Because I'm queer and I love it in the _ _ _ _"

[Chorus]
    Gm                  A7
You helped me go on the radio
   A                    Dm
By saying those words I can't
           Gm
You had to sing along
   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't!
Gm                       A7
Sir and ma'm, thanks for lending a hand
   A                    Dm
By saying those words I can't!
           Gm            A7
You had to sing along to make this song
A7
The dirtiest song
A7
The filthiest song
Dm
The dirtiest song that ain't!