Verse 1: E G A G E G A G D
Huffman don't take no nonsense,
E G A G E G A G E
He's here to rectify,
E G A G E G A G D
He's got his black belt buckle,
E G A G E G A G
And the red man's fire in his eye.
Chorus:
F
You with your switchblade posse,
Bb
I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
F
We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
Bb
Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.
Verse 2: E G A G E G A G D
This party's over-rated,
E G A G E G A G E
But there ain't shit else to do,
E G A G E G A G E
She's a lovin' on the boy from the city,
E G A G E
I'll be lovin' him under my shoe.
Chorus: F
You with your switchblade posse,
Bb
I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
F
We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
Bb
Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.
SOLO:
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Outro: F
You with your switchblade posse,
Bb
I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
F
We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
Bb
Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.
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