Grease
Recorded by Lainey Wilson
Album: Bell Bottom Country (2022)

(Non Capo)

(Intro.)
|(Em) / / / |(Em) / / / |(Em) Come on / / |(Em) / /

(Verse)
It's been a (Em)long, hot summer
For a (Em)hard-working John Deere man
(Am) You're real (Em)tired, well, no wonder 
'Cause you (Em)earned that farmer's tan
While I been (Em)working in the garden
You been (Em)melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, (Em)look at what ya started
All be-(Em)cause you got a little thirsty 

(Chorus)
(Am) Good (Em)God Almighty
Boy, you got me (Em)begging like a ol' hound dog (Am) (yeah)
Buttered (Em)up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we (Em)on to something, won't ya keep it coming
(Em)Baby, I can handle the (Am)heat (I can handle it)
Yeah, (Em)boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot (Em)damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do (Em)do, Doody dood it do do
Now we (Am)cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do (Em)do, Doody dood it do do

(Verse)
Let's slow it (Em)down, let me help ya
(Em)Button down that blue collar
(Am) Boy, your (Em)touch is burning up
You make the (Em)kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me (Em)saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
Like a (Am)good ol' girl is supposed to do
But that (Em)hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it (Em)real hard to keep it cool wooh

(Chorus)
Good (Em)God Almighty
Boy, you got me (Em)begging like a ol' hound dog (Am) (yeah)
Buttered (Em)up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we (Em)on to something, won't ya keep it coming
(Am)Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
Yeah, (Em)boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot (Em)damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
(Am)Now we cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do (Em)do, Doody dood it do do
(Am)Come on
 
(Break)
(G) Wooh, it's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon

(Solo) 
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(Chorus)
Good (Em)God Almighty
Boy, you got me (Em)begging like a ol' hound dog (Am)
Buttered (Em)up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we (Em)on to something, won't ya keep it coming
(Am)Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
Yeah, (Em)boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot (Em)damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do (Em)do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
(Am) Yeah we cooking with (Em)grease
Doody dood it do (Em)do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
 
 
(Outro.)
(Em) I ain't talking about no (G)Crisco y’all 
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