Chords for Guy Clark - South Coast of Texas/Texas Cooking

_ _ _ Once again, here's Guy Clark.
Oh, this south coast of Texas, that's [E] a thin slice of life.
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It's salty and hard, it is spurned [B] as night. _
Where the wind is blowing up, [F#] hurricanes were showing.
[F#] Snakes how to swim and the [G#m] trees how [B] to lean.
[E] And the shrimpers and their [B] ladies are out in the beer joints.
Drinking them down before they sail [F#] with the dawn.
_ [E] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche.
[F#] And the deckhands [C#] are singing adios, Joe [B] LeGloah.
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Well, in the cars of my youth, how I tore through those sand [F#] dunes.
And cut up [C#] my tires on them oyster [B] shell roads.
_ Ah, but nothing is forever, [F#] say the old men in the shipyards,
turning trees into shrimp [C#] boats.
Hell, I guess [G#] they ought to [B] know.
_ [E] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [B] joints.
Drinking them down before they sail [F#] with the dawn.
_ [E] They're bound for [B] the Mexican Bay of Campeche.
[F#] And the deckhands are singing [G#] adios, [B] Joe LeGloah.
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Ah, there's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and nightlife.
[F#] And fond of [C#] greasing palms down the beach [B] as they're going.
Ah, this living on the edge [E] of the waters of the world demands [F#] the dignity of whooping cranes and the likes of [B] Gilbert [F#] Rowland.
_ [E] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [B] joints.
Drinking them down before they sail [F#] with the dawn.
_ [E] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche.
[F#] And the deckhands are singing adios, [B] Joe [F#] LeGloah.
_ [E] Ooh, the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [B] joints.
Drinking them down before they sail [F#] with the dawn.
_ [E] They're [B] bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche.
[F#] And the deckhands are singing [C#] adios, [B] Joe LeGloah.
_ [F#] Oh, the deckhands are singing [C#] adios, Joe [B] LeGloah.
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_ Well, I'm going [F#] down to Austin, Texas.
I'm going down to save my soul.
Get that barbecue and chili.
Eat my pill [F#m] and come back home.
I'm gonna take my baby with me.
We're gonna have a high old time.
[F#] We're gonna eat till we get silly.
It sure does make a beer taste fine.
Oh, my, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, it'll starve your belly back, mama.
Oh, my, mama, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, eat it up and it'll taste like good, mama.
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_ _ _ _ _ I know a man that cooks armadillo.
Tastes so sweet he calls it pie.
I know a woman that makes mandoos.
Tastes so good it'll get you high.
Get them enchiladas greasy.
Get them [F#m] steaks chicken fried.
[F#] Sure do make a man feel happy to see white gravy on the side.
Oh, my, mama, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, it'll starve your belly back, mama.
Oh, my, mama, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, eat it up and it'll taste like good, all right. _ _
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_ _ [F#m] I know a place [F#] that's got fried okra.
Ain't anything that I ever saw.
I know a man that cooks avarito.
It must be a fancy law.
We gonna get the big old sausage.
A big old plate of ranch-style beans.
I could eat the heart of Texas.
We gonna need some [F#] brand-new jeans.
Oh, my, mama, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, it'll starve your [E] belly back, mama.
[F#] Oh, my, mama, ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, mama, eat it up and it'll taste like good.
Oh, [F#m] my, mama, [G#] ain't that Tex-Cookin' good?
[F#m] Oh, my, mama, it'll starve your [A] belly back, mama. _
[F#m] Oh, my, mama, ain't [G#m] that Tex [A]-Cookin' good?
Oh, my, [C#] mama, eat it up and [F#m] it'll taste like good, all right.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Thank you all very much.
Have a good time.
_ Thanks for coming out.
It's gonna get better. _ _ _ _
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