Chords for Ray Stevens - The Day I Tried To Teach Charlene McKenzie (How To Drive)
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[C] Let me tell you about a hand of dead rats
Sheep of the burning sand
And the squirrel that went berserk
[D] In the first self-righteous church
[F] In that sleepy [G] little town of [C]
Pascagoula
[A] Look [D] at me
[Am] It's a blessed [D]-ass kingdom of [G] free, yeah
[C] Oh yes, they [F] call him the streak
Best thing [C] on two feet
And [F] everything is beautiful
[Dm] [G] In its own way
[Ab] Now there are a few of my old records
And now I'd like to sing you something that's brand new
This is about a girl named Charlene McKenzie
Well now, Charlene McKenzie was a certified [Db] beauty
And I thought it was my [Ab] patriotic duty
To teach her things like [Bb] neckin', yeah
And driving [C] an automobile
[Ab] Now Charlene McKenzie, while prettier [Db] than most
Turned out to be as stiff as [Ab] a post
A condition I was not aware of [Eb] until
She got [Ab] behind the steering wheel
[Eb] I had a Fitz-Sem Chevy with all [Ab] the run
It was a red-hot fuel, ejected son of a gun
And when she showered down on that accelerator
She [Dm] just froze when it let out a roar
[Ab] I said, don't ram it so much, take your foot off the gas
She [Db] thought I said pop the clutch and make it [Fm] go fast
And [Ab] she lived since we laid rubber for a block or more
And they hit your game zone bumper
With [Fm] feathers in the grip
[Eb]
Rope bushes in the wheel well
And a pig [Ab] on my windshield
And the bees were buzzing
When she [Db] pulled down their [D] beehive
On [Eb] the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [Ab] to drive
[A]
I said, hold on a second, I want to talk [D] to you
She thought I said go for a second and see [A] what she'll do
And we laid more rubber, she jumped to [B] 204
[Dbm]
Now [Dbm] Clarkdale, Georgia's just a little old town to [D] shoot
I thought I knew my way [A] around
But she took me places that day I'd [Dbm] never seen before
[A]
[E] Through farms and gullies and over [A] hills
We uncovered lubbers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual [B] picnic
Of the Georgia [E] Highway Patrol
[A] Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything [D] in it
And those officers were on us in a New York [A] minute
And I knew somehow [E] I just had to [A] regain control
Cause now there weren't lubbers on the bumpers
[D] Picnic baskets [B] in the ground
[E] Yeah, and wrapped around the fence
And it was what was left of a [A]
moonshine still
And a woman with a trollman on my windshield
[D] Yeah, and you get [B] three to five
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
[E] They're just a-pushing the clutch [A] and we coasted to a [E] stop
She still had her foot on the gas [A] when up walked that highway cop
Now he blew some feathers out of his mouth
And [D] before I could stop him I [B] heard him ask
[E] Take it, rather than push and take your foot off of the gas
Oh no, here we are again
[A] Chickens on the bumpers, [D] yeah, feathers [B] on the grill
[E] Rose bushes in the wind well, and a pig on my [A] windshield
And the bees were buzzing where [D] she pulled down [B] their beehive
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
[A] How to drive
On [E] the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
[D] [A] [N]
Sheep of the burning sand
And the squirrel that went berserk
[D] In the first self-righteous church
[F] In that sleepy [G] little town of [C]
Pascagoula
[A] Look [D] at me
[Am] It's a blessed [D]-ass kingdom of [G] free, yeah
[C] Oh yes, they [F] call him the streak
Best thing [C] on two feet
And [F] everything is beautiful
[Dm] [G] In its own way
[Ab] Now there are a few of my old records
And now I'd like to sing you something that's brand new
This is about a girl named Charlene McKenzie
Well now, Charlene McKenzie was a certified [Db] beauty
And I thought it was my [Ab] patriotic duty
To teach her things like [Bb] neckin', yeah
And driving [C] an automobile
[Ab] Now Charlene McKenzie, while prettier [Db] than most
Turned out to be as stiff as [Ab] a post
A condition I was not aware of [Eb] until
She got [Ab] behind the steering wheel
[Eb] I had a Fitz-Sem Chevy with all [Ab] the run
It was a red-hot fuel, ejected son of a gun
And when she showered down on that accelerator
She [Dm] just froze when it let out a roar
[Ab] I said, don't ram it so much, take your foot off the gas
She [Db] thought I said pop the clutch and make it [Fm] go fast
And [Ab] she lived since we laid rubber for a block or more
And they hit your game zone bumper
With [Fm] feathers in the grip
[Eb]
Rope bushes in the wheel well
And a pig [Ab] on my windshield
And the bees were buzzing
When she [Db] pulled down their [D] beehive
On [Eb] the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [Ab] to drive
[A]
I said, hold on a second, I want to talk [D] to you
She thought I said go for a second and see [A] what she'll do
And we laid more rubber, she jumped to [B] 204
[Dbm]
Now [Dbm] Clarkdale, Georgia's just a little old town to [D] shoot
I thought I knew my way [A] around
But she took me places that day I'd [Dbm] never seen before
[A]
[E] Through farms and gullies and over [A] hills
We uncovered lubbers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual [B] picnic
Of the Georgia [E] Highway Patrol
[A] Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything [D] in it
And those officers were on us in a New York [A] minute
And I knew somehow [E] I just had to [A] regain control
Cause now there weren't lubbers on the bumpers
[D] Picnic baskets [B] in the ground
[E] Yeah, and wrapped around the fence
And it was what was left of a [A]
moonshine still
And a woman with a trollman on my windshield
[D] Yeah, and you get [B] three to five
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
[E] They're just a-pushing the clutch [A] and we coasted to a [E] stop
She still had her foot on the gas [A] when up walked that highway cop
Now he blew some feathers out of his mouth
And [D] before I could stop him I [B] heard him ask
[E] Take it, rather than push and take your foot off of the gas
Oh no, here we are again
[A] Chickens on the bumpers, [D] yeah, feathers [B] on the grill
[E] Rose bushes in the wind well, and a pig on my [A] windshield
And the bees were buzzing where [D] she pulled down [B] their beehive
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
[A] How to drive
On [E] the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
[D] [A] [N]
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_ _ [C] Let me tell you about a hand of dead rats
Sheep of the burning sand
And the squirrel that went berserk
[D] In the first self-righteous church
[F] In that sleepy [G] little town of [C]
Pascagoula
[A] Look [D] at _ me
[Am] It's a blessed [D]-ass kingdom of [G] free, yeah
_ [C] Oh yes, they [F] call him the streak
_ _ Best thing [C] on two feet
_ _ And [F] everything is beautiful
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] In its own way
_ [Ab] Now there are a few of my old records
And now I'd like to sing you something that's brand new
_ _ This is about a girl named Charlene McKenzie
_ _ Well now, Charlene McKenzie was a certified [Db] beauty
And I thought it was my [Ab] patriotic duty
To teach her things like [Bb] neckin', yeah
And driving [C] an automobile
[Ab] Now Charlene McKenzie, while prettier [Db] than most
Turned out to be as stiff as [Ab] a post
A condition I was not aware of [Eb] until
She got [Ab] behind the steering wheel
[Eb] I had a Fitz-Sem Chevy with all [Ab] the run
It was a red-hot fuel, ejected son of a gun
And when she showered down on that accelerator
She [Dm] just froze when it let out a roar
[Ab] I said, don't ram it so much, take your foot off the gas
She [Db] thought I said pop the clutch and make it [Fm] go fast
And [Ab] she lived since we laid rubber for a block or more
_ And they hit your game zone bumper
With [Fm] feathers in the grip
[Eb]
Rope bushes in the wheel well
And a pig [Ab] on my windshield
And the bees were buzzing
When she [Db] pulled down their [D] beehive
On [Eb] the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [Ab] to drive _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I said, hold on a second, I want to talk [D] to you
She thought I said go for a second and see [A] what she'll do
And we laid more rubber, she jumped to [B] 204
[Dbm] _
_ Now [Dbm] Clarkdale, Georgia's just a little old town to [D] shoot
I thought I knew my way [A] around
But she took me places that day I'd [Dbm] never seen before
[A] _
[E] Through farms and gullies and over [A] hills
We uncovered lubbers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual [B] picnic
Of the Georgia [E] Highway Patrol
[A] Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything [D] in it
And those officers were on us in a New York [A] minute
And I knew somehow [E] I just had to [A] regain control
Cause now there weren't lubbers on the bumpers
[D] Picnic baskets [B] in the ground
[E] Yeah, and wrapped around the fence
And it was what was left of a [A]
moonshine still
And a woman with a trollman on my windshield
[D] Yeah, and you get [B] three to five
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
_ [E] _ They're just a-pushing the clutch [A] and we coasted to a [E] stop
She still had her foot on the gas [A] when up walked that highway cop
Now he blew some feathers out of his mouth
And [D] before I could stop him I [B] heard him ask
_ [E] Take it, rather than push and take your foot off of the gas
Oh no, here we are again _
_ [A] Chickens on the bumpers, [D] yeah, feathers [B] on the grill
[E] Rose bushes in the wind well, and a pig on my [A] windshield
And the bees were buzzing where [D] she pulled down [B] their beehive
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
[A] How to drive
On _ [E] the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene McKenzie
How _ [A] to drive
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sheep of the burning sand
And the squirrel that went berserk
[D] In the first self-righteous church
[F] In that sleepy [G] little town of [C]
Pascagoula
[A] Look [D] at _ me
[Am] It's a blessed [D]-ass kingdom of [G] free, yeah
_ [C] Oh yes, they [F] call him the streak
_ _ Best thing [C] on two feet
_ _ And [F] everything is beautiful
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] In its own way
_ [Ab] Now there are a few of my old records
And now I'd like to sing you something that's brand new
_ _ This is about a girl named Charlene McKenzie
_ _ Well now, Charlene McKenzie was a certified [Db] beauty
And I thought it was my [Ab] patriotic duty
To teach her things like [Bb] neckin', yeah
And driving [C] an automobile
[Ab] Now Charlene McKenzie, while prettier [Db] than most
Turned out to be as stiff as [Ab] a post
A condition I was not aware of [Eb] until
She got [Ab] behind the steering wheel
[Eb] I had a Fitz-Sem Chevy with all [Ab] the run
It was a red-hot fuel, ejected son of a gun
And when she showered down on that accelerator
She [Dm] just froze when it let out a roar
[Ab] I said, don't ram it so much, take your foot off the gas
She [Db] thought I said pop the clutch and make it [Fm] go fast
And [Ab] she lived since we laid rubber for a block or more
_ And they hit your game zone bumper
With [Fm] feathers in the grip
[Eb]
Rope bushes in the wheel well
And a pig [Ab] on my windshield
And the bees were buzzing
When she [Db] pulled down their [D] beehive
On [Eb] the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [Ab] to drive _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I said, hold on a second, I want to talk [D] to you
She thought I said go for a second and see [A] what she'll do
And we laid more rubber, she jumped to [B] 204
[Dbm] _
_ Now [Dbm] Clarkdale, Georgia's just a little old town to [D] shoot
I thought I knew my way [A] around
But she took me places that day I'd [Dbm] never seen before
[A] _
[E] Through farms and gullies and over [A] hills
We uncovered lubbers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual [B] picnic
Of the Georgia [E] Highway Patrol
[A] Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything [D] in it
And those officers were on us in a New York [A] minute
And I knew somehow [E] I just had to [A] regain control
Cause now there weren't lubbers on the bumpers
[D] Picnic baskets [B] in the ground
[E] Yeah, and wrapped around the fence
And it was what was left of a [A]
moonshine still
And a woman with a trollman on my windshield
[D] Yeah, and you get [B] three to five
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
How [A] to drive
_ [E] _ They're just a-pushing the clutch [A] and we coasted to a [E] stop
She still had her foot on the gas [A] when up walked that highway cop
Now he blew some feathers out of his mouth
And [D] before I could stop him I [B] heard him ask
_ [E] Take it, rather than push and take your foot off of the gas
Oh no, here we are again _
_ [A] Chickens on the bumpers, [D] yeah, feathers [B] on the grill
[E] Rose bushes in the wind well, and a pig on my [A] windshield
And the bees were buzzing where [D] she pulled down [B] their beehive
[E] On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie
[A] How to drive
On _ [E] the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene McKenzie
How _ [A] to drive
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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