Chords for Da Turkey Song
Tempo:
80.575 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
C
F
G
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] [Db] [Bb]
Well I crawled out of bad mount corner to farm, grabbed my turkey gun and stumbled out the door.
I never get up before the crack of dawn, and I'll be sitting at the roost before them first turkeys yawn.
Yes I will.
If you want to get a turkey, you need a lot more than luck.
You can't just sit there like a dumb cluck.
It ain't like hunting bucks or waiting for a goose.
You gotta sound sexy and learn to seduce.
Turkeys kinda do it like this.
So I grab my bag of tricks, scratch my head, time to get them turkeys moving, wake them
up from the dead.
I reach for old faithful, my favorite call, and around me I heard them butter balls.
I can taste them now.
Now you gotta hold still.
Still can be your cookie eyeballs in the bushes looking at me.
Couldn't itch my nose, my butt began to hurt and mosquitoes landed on the back of my shirt.
[F] [Bb] And I [Bb] made a little cackle, just as [F] quiet as a mouse.
That's when that no good corn brain, foul feather, pepper, similar to a manure spreader,
started to creep right out of me.
You know what a turkey is, don't ya?
It's a B [Bb]-52 Grouse.
Felt like someone pulled the old honey wagon right through my shorts.
It flew up me the bird as he made his retreat.
I had one thing on my mind, lunch meat.
Then off in the distance through the early morning calm came the sound of pounding drumsticks
on [B] tom toms.
I seen them all come and send my heart in fibrillation.
I was sitting in the middle of the whole turkey nation.
Got my ammo, my camo, and my tommy gun.
Down setting ready for the kiki run. Your kiki?
That's dirt barn cats?
Well they came from the bushes, they came from the trees,
and the leader of the pack looked like turkey leaves.
Scratching in the hay and doing his strut, he was big as a tractor going putt, putt, putt.
Got you now old black beard.
I had a gravy shot, had his crabberry head.
I'm gonna mash that turkey and stuff him with lead.
He's already cooking for the Thanksgiving feast.
I'm gonna [Gb] raise the old pecker-ecker to blast that [C] cheese.
[G]
I started to tie one shotgun to his [C] temple.
The hills were full of rednecks coming like a streak.
Every tom, jink, and head was foaming at the feet.
They were [G] flapping and crapping and clawing at my back.
Oh my god, a tom [C] turkey attack.
That's a good flip bro.
I was running and yelling at the top of my voice.
[G] Felt like a head field fighting off [C] the McCoys.
It was just my luck.
Oh little fog, can't have no mean good order neighbors.
I'm [Gb] done.
Fire in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole.
[C] [Db] When the turkey saw my tail and the hound came in fast,
stuck my muscle in the mud and landed on my ass.
Dope over tea kettle.
I thought I was doomed.
And all of a sudden.
[F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb] Come here you little gobbler.
I'm gonna wring your neck.
I get my hands on your gizzard.
Can you believe this guy?
Well he won't go for a turkey sandwich.
[B]
Well I crawled out of bad mount corner to farm, grabbed my turkey gun and stumbled out the door.
I never get up before the crack of dawn, and I'll be sitting at the roost before them first turkeys yawn.
Yes I will.
If you want to get a turkey, you need a lot more than luck.
You can't just sit there like a dumb cluck.
It ain't like hunting bucks or waiting for a goose.
You gotta sound sexy and learn to seduce.
Turkeys kinda do it like this.
So I grab my bag of tricks, scratch my head, time to get them turkeys moving, wake them
up from the dead.
I reach for old faithful, my favorite call, and around me I heard them butter balls.
I can taste them now.
Now you gotta hold still.
Still can be your cookie eyeballs in the bushes looking at me.
Couldn't itch my nose, my butt began to hurt and mosquitoes landed on the back of my shirt.
[F] [Bb] And I [Bb] made a little cackle, just as [F] quiet as a mouse.
That's when that no good corn brain, foul feather, pepper, similar to a manure spreader,
started to creep right out of me.
You know what a turkey is, don't ya?
It's a B [Bb]-52 Grouse.
Felt like someone pulled the old honey wagon right through my shorts.
It flew up me the bird as he made his retreat.
I had one thing on my mind, lunch meat.
Then off in the distance through the early morning calm came the sound of pounding drumsticks
on [B] tom toms.
I seen them all come and send my heart in fibrillation.
I was sitting in the middle of the whole turkey nation.
Got my ammo, my camo, and my tommy gun.
Down setting ready for the kiki run. Your kiki?
That's dirt barn cats?
Well they came from the bushes, they came from the trees,
and the leader of the pack looked like turkey leaves.
Scratching in the hay and doing his strut, he was big as a tractor going putt, putt, putt.
Got you now old black beard.
I had a gravy shot, had his crabberry head.
I'm gonna mash that turkey and stuff him with lead.
He's already cooking for the Thanksgiving feast.
I'm gonna [Gb] raise the old pecker-ecker to blast that [C] cheese.
[G]
I started to tie one shotgun to his [C] temple.
The hills were full of rednecks coming like a streak.
Every tom, jink, and head was foaming at the feet.
They were [G] flapping and crapping and clawing at my back.
Oh my god, a tom [C] turkey attack.
That's a good flip bro.
I was running and yelling at the top of my voice.
[G] Felt like a head field fighting off [C] the McCoys.
It was just my luck.
Oh little fog, can't have no mean good order neighbors.
I'm [Gb] done.
Fire in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole.
[C] [Db] When the turkey saw my tail and the hound came in fast,
stuck my muscle in the mud and landed on my ass.
Dope over tea kettle.
I thought I was doomed.
And all of a sudden.
[F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb] Come here you little gobbler.
I'm gonna wring your neck.
I get my hands on your gizzard.
Can you believe this guy?
Well he won't go for a turkey sandwich.
[B]
Key:
Bb
C
F
G
Db
Bb
C
F
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I crawled out of bad mount corner to farm, grabbed my turkey gun and stumbled out the door.
I never get up before the crack of dawn, and I'll be sitting at the roost before them first turkeys yawn.
Yes I will. _ _ _
_ If you want to get a turkey, you need a lot more than luck.
You can't just sit there like a dumb cluck.
It ain't like hunting bucks or waiting for a goose.
You gotta sound sexy and learn to seduce.
Turkeys kinda do it like this. _ _
_ So I grab my bag of tricks, scratch my head, time to get them turkeys moving, wake them
up from the dead.
I reach for old faithful, my favorite call, and around me I heard them butter balls.
I can taste them now.
Now you gotta hold still.
Still can be your cookie eyeballs in the bushes looking at me.
Couldn't itch my nose, my butt began to hurt and mosquitoes landed on the back of my shirt. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] And I [Bb] made a little cackle, just as [F] quiet as a mouse.
That's when that no good corn brain, foul feather, pepper, similar to a manure spreader,
started to creep right out of me.
You know what a turkey is, don't ya?
It's a B [Bb]-52 Grouse.
Felt like someone pulled the old honey wagon right through my shorts.
It flew up me the bird as he made his retreat.
I had one thing on my mind, lunch meat.
Then off in the distance through the early morning calm came the sound of pounding drumsticks
on [B] tom toms.
_ I seen them all come and send my heart in fibrillation.
I was sitting in the middle of the whole turkey nation.
Got my ammo, my camo, and my tommy gun.
Down setting ready for the kiki run. Your kiki?
That's dirt barn cats?
Well they came from the bushes, they came from the trees,
and the leader of the pack looked like turkey leaves.
Scratching in the hay and doing his strut, he was big as a tractor going putt, putt, putt.
Got you now old black beard.
I had a gravy shot, had his crabberry head.
I'm gonna mash that turkey and stuff him with lead.
He's already cooking for the Thanksgiving feast.
I'm gonna [Gb] raise the old pecker-ecker to blast that [C] cheese.
[G]
I started to tie one shotgun to his [C] temple.
The hills were full of rednecks coming like a streak.
Every tom, jink, and head was foaming at the feet.
They were [G] flapping and crapping and clawing at my back.
Oh my god, a tom [C] turkey attack.
That's a good flip bro.
I was running and yelling at the top of my voice.
[G] Felt like a head field fighting off [C] the McCoys.
It was just my luck.
Oh little fog, can't have no mean good order neighbors.
I'm [Gb] done.
Fire in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole.
[C] _ [Db] When the turkey saw my tail and the hound came in fast,
stuck my muscle in the mud and landed on my ass.
Dope over tea kettle.
I thought I was doomed.
And all of a sudden.
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Bb] _ Come here you little gobbler.
I'm gonna wring your neck.
I get my hands on your gizzard. _ _ _ _
Can _ _ _ _ _ you believe this guy?
Well he won't go for a turkey sandwich.
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I crawled out of bad mount corner to farm, grabbed my turkey gun and stumbled out the door.
I never get up before the crack of dawn, and I'll be sitting at the roost before them first turkeys yawn.
Yes I will. _ _ _
_ If you want to get a turkey, you need a lot more than luck.
You can't just sit there like a dumb cluck.
It ain't like hunting bucks or waiting for a goose.
You gotta sound sexy and learn to seduce.
Turkeys kinda do it like this. _ _
_ So I grab my bag of tricks, scratch my head, time to get them turkeys moving, wake them
up from the dead.
I reach for old faithful, my favorite call, and around me I heard them butter balls.
I can taste them now.
Now you gotta hold still.
Still can be your cookie eyeballs in the bushes looking at me.
Couldn't itch my nose, my butt began to hurt and mosquitoes landed on the back of my shirt. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] And I [Bb] made a little cackle, just as [F] quiet as a mouse.
That's when that no good corn brain, foul feather, pepper, similar to a manure spreader,
started to creep right out of me.
You know what a turkey is, don't ya?
It's a B [Bb]-52 Grouse.
Felt like someone pulled the old honey wagon right through my shorts.
It flew up me the bird as he made his retreat.
I had one thing on my mind, lunch meat.
Then off in the distance through the early morning calm came the sound of pounding drumsticks
on [B] tom toms.
_ I seen them all come and send my heart in fibrillation.
I was sitting in the middle of the whole turkey nation.
Got my ammo, my camo, and my tommy gun.
Down setting ready for the kiki run. Your kiki?
That's dirt barn cats?
Well they came from the bushes, they came from the trees,
and the leader of the pack looked like turkey leaves.
Scratching in the hay and doing his strut, he was big as a tractor going putt, putt, putt.
Got you now old black beard.
I had a gravy shot, had his crabberry head.
I'm gonna mash that turkey and stuff him with lead.
He's already cooking for the Thanksgiving feast.
I'm gonna [Gb] raise the old pecker-ecker to blast that [C] cheese.
[G]
I started to tie one shotgun to his [C] temple.
The hills were full of rednecks coming like a streak.
Every tom, jink, and head was foaming at the feet.
They were [G] flapping and crapping and clawing at my back.
Oh my god, a tom [C] turkey attack.
That's a good flip bro.
I was running and yelling at the top of my voice.
[G] Felt like a head field fighting off [C] the McCoys.
It was just my luck.
Oh little fog, can't have no mean good order neighbors.
I'm [Gb] done.
Fire in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole, rifle in the hole.
[C] _ [Db] When the turkey saw my tail and the hound came in fast,
stuck my muscle in the mud and landed on my ass.
Dope over tea kettle.
I thought I was doomed.
And all of a sudden.
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Bb] _ Come here you little gobbler.
I'm gonna wring your neck.
I get my hands on your gizzard. _ _ _ _
Can _ _ _ _ _ you believe this guy?
Well he won't go for a turkey sandwich.
[B] _ _