Chords for Jerry Reed - The Ballad of Gator McKlusky
Tempo:
90.2 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Em
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Em]
[E] [E] [Em]
[E] He's raised in the swamp, in black of the slough.
He grew up [G] eating rattlesnake meat, [A] drinking homemade brew.
[Em] Now folks here about call him Gator, and everybody knows him well.
Meanest [G] man ever hit the swamp, [A] folks swear he come straight out of hell.
[Em]
Well Gator McCluskey, sittin' on the stump, hammer pulled back on the 12-gauge.
[Bm] [Em] Watching that swamp cooking [A] out front [G] of law, while he make the best corn liquor [A] you ever smell.
[Em] Right, good whiskey.
While he's licking that mash, he watches and he looks.
Oh Gator, he knows that swamp like a book.
Something out there moving Gator, [A] what do you [G] see?
Ain't nothing but the [A] snakes and the gators and [B] me.
[E] Yeah, my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [E] chef ain't snooping around, so [G] cook that moonshine down.
[B] Till it's good and [E] clear, yeah my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [A] chef here [Em] sooner mess around with the devil than to get [C] himself [A] lost messing around in here.
[Em]
One day he was cooking some mash, he was almost done when he spotted the Lord and he had to run.
So he headed for the swamp and [A] he followed him in, but [G] the Lord might as well have been chasing the [A] wind.
[Em] Look out for that snake, son.
Well, they chased him on back through the muck and the slime, through the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine.
But the Lord won't never catch [A] Gator, my [G] friend, cause he knows that [A] swamp like the back of [B] his hand.
[E] Watch out for those smokies and [B] the donk-a [D]-panokie.
[B] The [E] chef's out there snooping around, so [A] shut that [G] business down [B] and let's [E] disappear.
Look out for those smokies and the [B] donk-a-panokie.
But that [A] chef, he's really [E] gonna catch the devil [G] if he [C] keeps on [A] snooping around in here.
[E]
[Em] [E] Gator's in the swamp, chef.
Go get him, if you can.
[A] Oh, [Em] sorry.
Careful, chef.
Don't let that Gator bite you on your golden hair.
[E] [E] [Em]
[E] He's raised in the swamp, in black of the slough.
He grew up [G] eating rattlesnake meat, [A] drinking homemade brew.
[Em] Now folks here about call him Gator, and everybody knows him well.
Meanest [G] man ever hit the swamp, [A] folks swear he come straight out of hell.
[Em]
Well Gator McCluskey, sittin' on the stump, hammer pulled back on the 12-gauge.
[Bm] [Em] Watching that swamp cooking [A] out front [G] of law, while he make the best corn liquor [A] you ever smell.
[Em] Right, good whiskey.
While he's licking that mash, he watches and he looks.
Oh Gator, he knows that swamp like a book.
Something out there moving Gator, [A] what do you [G] see?
Ain't nothing but the [A] snakes and the gators and [B] me.
[E] Yeah, my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [E] chef ain't snooping around, so [G] cook that moonshine down.
[B] Till it's good and [E] clear, yeah my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [A] chef here [Em] sooner mess around with the devil than to get [C] himself [A] lost messing around in here.
[Em]
One day he was cooking some mash, he was almost done when he spotted the Lord and he had to run.
So he headed for the swamp and [A] he followed him in, but [G] the Lord might as well have been chasing the [A] wind.
[Em] Look out for that snake, son.
Well, they chased him on back through the muck and the slime, through the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine.
But the Lord won't never catch [A] Gator, my [G] friend, cause he knows that [A] swamp like the back of [B] his hand.
[E] Watch out for those smokies and [B] the donk-a [D]-panokie.
[B] The [E] chef's out there snooping around, so [A] shut that [G] business down [B] and let's [E] disappear.
Look out for those smokies and the [B] donk-a-panokie.
But that [A] chef, he's really [E] gonna catch the devil [G] if he [C] keeps on [A] snooping around in here.
[E]
[Em] [E] Gator's in the swamp, chef.
Go get him, if you can.
[A] Oh, [Em] sorry.
Careful, chef.
Don't let that Gator bite you on your golden hair.
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_ [E] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] He's raised in the swamp, in black of the slough.
_ He grew up [G] eating rattlesnake meat, [A] drinking homemade brew.
_ [Em] Now folks here about call him Gator, and everybody knows him well.
Meanest [G] man ever hit the swamp, [A] folks swear he come straight out of hell.
[Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well Gator McCluskey, sittin' on the stump, hammer pulled back on the 12-gauge.
[Bm] [Em] Watching that swamp cooking [A] out front [G] of law, while he make the best corn liquor [A] you ever smell. _
[Em] _ Right, good whiskey. _ _
While he's licking that mash, he watches and he looks.
Oh Gator, he knows that swamp like a book.
Something out there moving Gator, [A] what do you [G] see?
Ain't nothing but the [A] snakes and the gators and [B] me.
_ _ _ [E] Yeah, my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [E] chef ain't snooping around, so [G] cook that moonshine down.
[B] Till it's good and [E] clear, yeah my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [A] chef here [Em] sooner mess around with the devil than to get [C] himself [A] lost messing around in here.
_ _ [Em] _
One _ _ _ day he was cooking some mash, he was almost done when he spotted the Lord and he had to run.
So he headed for the swamp and [A] he followed him in, but [G] the Lord might as well have been chasing the [A] wind. _ _
_ [Em] Look out for that snake, son. _ _
Well, they chased him on back through the muck and the slime, through the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine.
But the Lord won't never catch [A] Gator, my [G] friend, cause he knows that [A] swamp like the back of [B] his hand.
_ _ [E] Watch out for those smokies and [B] the donk-a [D]-panokie.
[B] The [E] chef's out there snooping around, so [A] shut that [G] business down [B] and let's [E] disappear.
Look out for those smokies and the [B] donk-a-panokie.
But that [A] chef, he's really [E] gonna catch the devil [G] if he [C] keeps on [A] snooping around in here.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] Gator's in the swamp, chef.
Go get him, if you can.
[A] Oh, [Em] _ sorry. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Careful, chef.
_ _ Don't let that Gator bite you on your golden hair. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] He's raised in the swamp, in black of the slough.
_ He grew up [G] eating rattlesnake meat, [A] drinking homemade brew.
_ [Em] Now folks here about call him Gator, and everybody knows him well.
Meanest [G] man ever hit the swamp, [A] folks swear he come straight out of hell.
[Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well Gator McCluskey, sittin' on the stump, hammer pulled back on the 12-gauge.
[Bm] [Em] Watching that swamp cooking [A] out front [G] of law, while he make the best corn liquor [A] you ever smell. _
[Em] _ Right, good whiskey. _ _
While he's licking that mash, he watches and he looks.
Oh Gator, he knows that swamp like a book.
Something out there moving Gator, [A] what do you [G] see?
Ain't nothing but the [A] snakes and the gators and [B] me.
_ _ _ [E] Yeah, my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [E] chef ain't snooping around, so [G] cook that moonshine down.
[B] Till it's good and [E] clear, yeah my thing's donk-a-donk and [B] donk-a-panokie.
That [A] chef here [Em] sooner mess around with the devil than to get [C] himself [A] lost messing around in here.
_ _ [Em] _
One _ _ _ day he was cooking some mash, he was almost done when he spotted the Lord and he had to run.
So he headed for the swamp and [A] he followed him in, but [G] the Lord might as well have been chasing the [A] wind. _ _
_ [Em] Look out for that snake, son. _ _
Well, they chased him on back through the muck and the slime, through the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine.
But the Lord won't never catch [A] Gator, my [G] friend, cause he knows that [A] swamp like the back of [B] his hand.
_ _ [E] Watch out for those smokies and [B] the donk-a [D]-panokie.
[B] The [E] chef's out there snooping around, so [A] shut that [G] business down [B] and let's [E] disappear.
Look out for those smokies and the [B] donk-a-panokie.
But that [A] chef, he's really [E] gonna catch the devil [G] if he [C] keeps on [A] snooping around in here.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] Gator's in the swamp, chef.
Go get him, if you can.
[A] Oh, [Em] _ sorry. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Careful, chef.
_ _ Don't let that Gator bite you on your golden hair. _ _ _ _ _