Chords for Steve Martin, Steep Canyon Rangers - Pretty Little One ft. Edie Brickell

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_ [D] Saw a girl at a picture show, walked right up and said hello
[C] Seemed to me like a girl in need, [G] I'm a guy who's built for [C] speed
You and me could have some fun, you pretty [G] little one
_ _ [D] Took her riding around the town, ain't no woman ever shut me [C] down
Ever seen a truck like this, how about a little of this, you pretty little [G] one
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[G] Pretty _ little [D] one
_ [G] Pretty _ little [D] one
_ Took her out about a month or so, she's my gal I told her so
[C] She resisted for a bit, baby that's the way [G] of it, you pretty little _ one
[D] Couple of times she tried to leave, I told her that don't work for me
Her [G] daddy tried to intervene, [C] folks I'm just a mean machine
I can [G] handle dumbo [C] pops, what's [G] done but shovel [C] rocks
I said baby that's enough, I might have [G] got a little rough
I'm the pretty little one
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Then she called me late one night, said it's over let's not [C] fight
I said sure but one more talk, maybe [G] just a little [C] walk
Around the block a nice goodbye, you're [G] so lovely honey pie
[C] I went over picked her up, got her in my pickup truck
Riding slow around the town, then I put [G] the pedal [C] down
Took her out a gravel road, stopped the [G] truck where no one [C] goes
This is where the job gets done on the pretty [G] little one
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_ _ _ [G] Pretty _ [D] little one
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_ Pretty [D] little one
_ Blackest night that I had seen, in the darkness I [C] felt mean
From my food I pulled a knife, said [G] I'm gonna take your life
[C] I was calm [G] as I can get, [C] so I [G] lit a cigarette
[C] In the flicker I could see, she had a pistol trained on me
That pretty [G] little one
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[D] I said mister I'm no fool, my daddy raised me country [C] cool
Think my papa knows enough, guys like you who think they're tough
He read it easy as ABC, that's when he gave this gun to me
And ever since your truck arrived, my hands been on this .45
I went at her with my knife, she pulled the trigger, shot me twice
In the heart and in the head, took half her breast, slumped over dead
She pumped another for good luck, right between my buttercups
That pretty [G] little one
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_ _ [G] Pretty _ little [D] one
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In the grave I'm dead and gone, the little gal she wrote this [C] song
She came over in due course, sang to [G] me without [C] remorse
Then she [G] whispered to the [C] ground
I'll let you have another round, my name is Lucy Allencott
You should know I was not your [G] pretty little one _ _ _ _ _
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