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E5
Em Am Em Em Come on
[Verse]
EmIt's been a long, hot summer
For a hard-working John Deere man
Am EmYou're real tired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
EmWhile I been working in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, look at what ya started
AmAll because you got a little thirsty
[Chorus]
EmGood God Almighty
AmBoy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
EmButtered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
EmYeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
AmBaby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it)
EmYeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
EmNow we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
Am EmNow we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
[Verse]
EmLet's slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar
Am EmBoy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
EmGot me saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
AmLike a good ol' girl is supposed to do
EmBut that hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool wooh
[Chorus]
EmGood God Almighty
AmBoy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
EmButtered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
EmYeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
AmBaby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
EmYeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
EmNow we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
Am EmNow we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
AmCome on
[Break]
G G Wooh
It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon
G G Em G
[Chorus]
EmGood God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
EmYeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
AmBaby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
EmYeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
EmNow we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
Am EmYeah we cooking with grease
Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do, Doody dood it Do do
[Outro]
G G G GI ain't talking about no Crisco y'all
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