*Bar Chord

Chords:
     G      D      C9      F      C
e|---3------2------0-------1------0-------
b|---3------3------3-------1------1-------
g|---0------2------0-------2------0-------
d|---0------0------2-------3------2-------
a|---2-------------3--------------3-------
e|---3------------------------------------



Intro:

G   D   C9   D X2
G      F      C  G                        D      C9
I remember being young.
                    D
Hell I think i still am.
G                     
I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate
D            C9                            D
Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam.
G                                D    C9
That's the last thing I recall.
                     D
Hell I heard I had a ball.
G                                         D       C9
I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars,
                                 D
Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars.
G                                        D      C9   
Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
D           G
Is this my calling?
D     C9
Am I falling?
        D           G     D     C9   D
Is this what I need?

Pre-Chorus:
G   D   C9/////// D///////  

Chorus:
        G*           D*    C*
It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane.
G*           D*        C*
Let my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain.
G*                  D*   C*
Said thats alright.
                         C*
I must be runnin out of time.
          G*            D*
What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?


Solo:

G*     D*      C*  X2


Verse:

Can i get a cigarette?
Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighter
What I do is use the stova-stova.
Take another shower.
Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hour
Through the back seat ain't called shotgun.
Driver sittin crooked in the driver seat.
Good God! Am I gonna die?
Just another picture missing from the newspaper.
See you later.
Turn the funky radio up.


Chorus

Verse:

I'm bored talkin bout the night
Cuz we all know Louisiana sets it up right
With the band playin front stage
Never made the front page
Livin off a dollar 
In the hopes I get a good wage.
Shout out!Everybody clap.
For the fine little girl in the second row back.
With the blonde hair, mini-skirt
Nice legs, tight shirt,
Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act.

Chorus