Chords for Corb Lund "Talkin' Veterinarian Blues"
Tempo:
118.45 bpm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Alright, well my new record's got a bunch of veterinarian songs on it.
My dad's a vet, so
I was gonna call it Horse Doctor, Horse Doctor, but
Just [Ab] talked out of it.
This is a Talking Blues song about animal [A]
husbandry.
[B] [E]
[A] [Bm] [E] [A]
Well, my dad is a vet, and if I was one [D] too, the one thing he [E] always taught me to [A] do is
get [Bm] paid [E] cash money.
[A]
Jammin' eggs is a kind enough [D] thank you, but not for the [E] bookkeeper, not for the [A] banker.
The margins stand on treatin' large [D] animals, unless it's [E] a purebred or more [A] understandable
racehorse of some kind.
[E] You [A] see, son, city folks pay a high [D] dollar to make sure [E] fodder ain't hot under the [A] collar.
That's where the money [Bm] is.
[E] Boutique animal hospitals, [A] and the shopping malls, [D] Cocker Spaniel, [E]
Pomeranians, [A] hang your shingle.
[B]
[E] [A]
Well, there's a blind old woman that brings in a [D] bird with a busted [E] wing, and somewhere
she [A] heard we was good doctors.
[E]
Well, that [A] night it died in the cage under our [D] care of unknown [E] cause, but we'll make
it square, [A] these things happen.
Only [D] one cure, though, [B] a quick trip [A] to the pet store.
[E]
Well, [A] the morning come, I didn't want to [D] upset her for her own [E] good, didn't see a need to
tell her, [A] not only you boys are fixin' his [E] wing, but it appears that though you've taught
him to sing, you are [A] good doctors.
[B] He ain't never sung before, I've had him for [A] years.
[B] [E]
[A]
Well, if you've been in the business as long as I [D] have, you begin to [E] consider the plight
of the [A] calves, unloving, [E] frolicking, carefree little critters.
[A] Well, the first few months ain't all that bad, they [D] never forget the good [E] times they
had, [A] but then comes fall and branding times, [D] stuck in the ribs [B] of the red hot iron, [A] taggin'
the air, [Bm] shots in the hip, [E] the V-horn paste, and snip, [A] snip, snip.
[Bm] Welcome to the world, little [B] buddy.
No picnic.
[A] [E]
[A]
Well, I've seen my share of sugar beet [D] chokes.
If it gets too bad, [B] you gotta cut the throat [A] and salvage the [Bm] carcass, [E] dress him out on the spot.
[A] This one old steer choked real [D] bad, in the corner of the [E] pen, he's mighty [A] mad.
I poked at the [D] beet, it wouldn't [E] dislodge, the farmer says I got a dull knot back at
the [A] garage, I said, go [Bm] get it, we gotta [E] save the beet.
So [A] I made the jugular [D] cut, steer jumped to [E] his feet, gave his head a shake, and coughed
up [A] the beet, [Bm] stood there and bled to [E] death in front of his owner.
[A] Thank you, doc.
[D] What do I [E] owe you?
[A] Well, that's how it goes with the sugar beet [D] chokes, just don't get me [E] started on alfalfa [A] bloats.
My dad's a vet, so
I was gonna call it Horse Doctor, Horse Doctor, but
Just [Ab] talked out of it.
This is a Talking Blues song about animal [A]
husbandry.
[B] [E]
[A] [Bm] [E] [A]
Well, my dad is a vet, and if I was one [D] too, the one thing he [E] always taught me to [A] do is
get [Bm] paid [E] cash money.
[A]
Jammin' eggs is a kind enough [D] thank you, but not for the [E] bookkeeper, not for the [A] banker.
The margins stand on treatin' large [D] animals, unless it's [E] a purebred or more [A] understandable
racehorse of some kind.
[E] You [A] see, son, city folks pay a high [D] dollar to make sure [E] fodder ain't hot under the [A] collar.
That's where the money [Bm] is.
[E] Boutique animal hospitals, [A] and the shopping malls, [D] Cocker Spaniel, [E]
Pomeranians, [A] hang your shingle.
[B]
[E] [A]
Well, there's a blind old woman that brings in a [D] bird with a busted [E] wing, and somewhere
she [A] heard we was good doctors.
[E]
Well, that [A] night it died in the cage under our [D] care of unknown [E] cause, but we'll make
it square, [A] these things happen.
Only [D] one cure, though, [B] a quick trip [A] to the pet store.
[E]
Well, [A] the morning come, I didn't want to [D] upset her for her own [E] good, didn't see a need to
tell her, [A] not only you boys are fixin' his [E] wing, but it appears that though you've taught
him to sing, you are [A] good doctors.
[B] He ain't never sung before, I've had him for [A] years.
[B] [E]
[A]
Well, if you've been in the business as long as I [D] have, you begin to [E] consider the plight
of the [A] calves, unloving, [E] frolicking, carefree little critters.
[A] Well, the first few months ain't all that bad, they [D] never forget the good [E] times they
had, [A] but then comes fall and branding times, [D] stuck in the ribs [B] of the red hot iron, [A] taggin'
the air, [Bm] shots in the hip, [E] the V-horn paste, and snip, [A] snip, snip.
[Bm] Welcome to the world, little [B] buddy.
No picnic.
[A] [E]
[A]
Well, I've seen my share of sugar beet [D] chokes.
If it gets too bad, [B] you gotta cut the throat [A] and salvage the [Bm] carcass, [E] dress him out on the spot.
[A] This one old steer choked real [D] bad, in the corner of the [E] pen, he's mighty [A] mad.
I poked at the [D] beet, it wouldn't [E] dislodge, the farmer says I got a dull knot back at
the [A] garage, I said, go [Bm] get it, we gotta [E] save the beet.
So [A] I made the jugular [D] cut, steer jumped to [E] his feet, gave his head a shake, and coughed
up [A] the beet, [Bm] stood there and bled to [E] death in front of his owner.
[A] Thank you, doc.
[D] What do I [E] owe you?
[A] Well, that's how it goes with the sugar beet [D] chokes, just don't get me [E] started on alfalfa [A] bloats.
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_ _ _ _ Alright, well my new record's got a bunch of veterinarian songs on it.
My dad's a vet, so_
I was gonna call it Horse Doctor, Horse Doctor, but_
Just [Ab] talked out of it.
This is a Talking Blues song about animal [A] _ _ _
husbandry.
_ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, my dad is a vet, and if I was one [D] too, the one thing he [E] always taught me to [A] do is
get [Bm] paid [E] cash money.
_ _ [A]
Jammin' eggs is a kind enough [D] thank you, but not for the [E] bookkeeper, not for the [A] banker.
The margins stand on treatin' large [D] animals, unless it's [E] a purebred or more [A] understandable
racehorse of some kind.
_ [E] _ _ You [A] see, son, city folks pay a high [D] dollar to make sure [E] fodder ain't hot under the [A] collar.
That's where the money [Bm] is.
[E] Boutique animal hospitals, [A] and the shopping malls, [D] Cocker Spaniel, _ [E] _
Pomeranians, [A] hang your shingle.
_ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, there's a blind old woman that brings in a [D] bird with a busted [E] wing, and somewhere
she [A] heard we was good doctors.
[E] _
_ Well, that [A] night it died in the cage under our [D] care of unknown [E] cause, but we'll make
it square, [A] these things happen.
Only [D] one cure, though, [B] a quick trip [A] to the pet store.
_ _ [E] _
_ Well, [A] the morning come, I didn't want to [D] upset her for her own [E] good, didn't see a need to
tell her, [A] not only you boys are fixin' his [E] wing, but it appears that though you've taught
him to sing, you are [A] good doctors.
[B] He ain't never sung before, _ I've had him for [A] years.
[B] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, if you've been in the business as long as I [D] have, you begin to [E] consider the plight
of the [A] calves, _ unloving, [E] frolicking, carefree little critters.
[A] Well, the first few months ain't all that bad, they [D] never forget the good [E] times they
had, [A] but then comes fall and branding times, [D] stuck in the ribs [B] of the red hot iron, [A] taggin'
the air, [Bm] shots in the hip, [E] the V-horn paste, and snip, [A] snip, snip.
[Bm] Welcome to the world, little [B] buddy.
No picnic.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I've seen my share of sugar beet [D] chokes.
If it gets too bad, [B] you gotta cut the throat [A] and salvage the [Bm] carcass, [E] dress him out on the spot.
[A] This one old steer choked real [D] bad, in the corner of the [E] pen, he's mighty [A] mad.
I poked at the [D] beet, it wouldn't [E] dislodge, the farmer says I got a dull knot back at
the [A] garage, I said, go [Bm] get it, we gotta [E] save the beet.
So [A] I made the jugular [D] cut, steer jumped to [E] his feet, gave his head a shake, and coughed
up [A] the beet, [Bm] stood there and bled to [E] death in front of his owner.
[A] Thank you, doc.
_ [D] What do I [E] owe you?
_ [A] _ _ _ Well, that's how it goes with the sugar beet [D] chokes, just don't get me [E] started on _ _ _ alfalfa [A] bloats. _ _ _
My dad's a vet, so_
I was gonna call it Horse Doctor, Horse Doctor, but_
Just [Ab] talked out of it.
This is a Talking Blues song about animal [A] _ _ _
husbandry.
_ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, my dad is a vet, and if I was one [D] too, the one thing he [E] always taught me to [A] do is
get [Bm] paid [E] cash money.
_ _ [A]
Jammin' eggs is a kind enough [D] thank you, but not for the [E] bookkeeper, not for the [A] banker.
The margins stand on treatin' large [D] animals, unless it's [E] a purebred or more [A] understandable
racehorse of some kind.
_ [E] _ _ You [A] see, son, city folks pay a high [D] dollar to make sure [E] fodder ain't hot under the [A] collar.
That's where the money [Bm] is.
[E] Boutique animal hospitals, [A] and the shopping malls, [D] Cocker Spaniel, _ [E] _
Pomeranians, [A] hang your shingle.
_ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, there's a blind old woman that brings in a [D] bird with a busted [E] wing, and somewhere
she [A] heard we was good doctors.
[E] _
_ Well, that [A] night it died in the cage under our [D] care of unknown [E] cause, but we'll make
it square, [A] these things happen.
Only [D] one cure, though, [B] a quick trip [A] to the pet store.
_ _ [E] _
_ Well, [A] the morning come, I didn't want to [D] upset her for her own [E] good, didn't see a need to
tell her, [A] not only you boys are fixin' his [E] wing, but it appears that though you've taught
him to sing, you are [A] good doctors.
[B] He ain't never sung before, _ I've had him for [A] years.
[B] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, if you've been in the business as long as I [D] have, you begin to [E] consider the plight
of the [A] calves, _ unloving, [E] frolicking, carefree little critters.
[A] Well, the first few months ain't all that bad, they [D] never forget the good [E] times they
had, [A] but then comes fall and branding times, [D] stuck in the ribs [B] of the red hot iron, [A] taggin'
the air, [Bm] shots in the hip, [E] the V-horn paste, and snip, [A] snip, snip.
[Bm] Welcome to the world, little [B] buddy.
No picnic.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I've seen my share of sugar beet [D] chokes.
If it gets too bad, [B] you gotta cut the throat [A] and salvage the [Bm] carcass, [E] dress him out on the spot.
[A] This one old steer choked real [D] bad, in the corner of the [E] pen, he's mighty [A] mad.
I poked at the [D] beet, it wouldn't [E] dislodge, the farmer says I got a dull knot back at
the [A] garage, I said, go [Bm] get it, we gotta [E] save the beet.
So [A] I made the jugular [D] cut, steer jumped to [E] his feet, gave his head a shake, and coughed
up [A] the beet, [Bm] stood there and bled to [E] death in front of his owner.
[A] Thank you, doc.
_ [D] What do I [E] owe you?
_ [A] _ _ _ Well, that's how it goes with the sugar beet [D] chokes, just don't get me [E] started on _ _ _ alfalfa [A] bloats. _ _ _