Chords for The Beat Farmers - The Belly Up Tavern 1992 - Baby's Liquored Up

You guys know Mojo Nixon right? _ _ _
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[A#] _ _ _ _ [E] Mojo's in [N] Australia tonight, _ trying to convince them that _ _ Americans can hold their liquor. _ _ _ _
And in Australia he'll probably be able to [G#] get away with that [E] too.
_ [F#] But anyway, we wrote this song with him, it's about [N] _ some women that we know in San Diego. _
_ _ It's a sing-along song, I want you to help me out on the chorus, it's called Baby's All Liquored Up. _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Baby's all liquored up, all liquored up, all [B] liquored up, all liquored up, [E] _ _ _ _
[Bm] all liquored _ up.
[E] Baby's all liquored up, and he's talking to my brother-in-law.
This, that, nothing, then he's talking all over again.
And the window powder came with hairless wildfire.
He's looking for a sucker, where'd he find another fire?
[A] He's getting by the sun, that's sitting on the bar.
[E] Grabbing everybody's skin, no matter who you are.
[A] Yelling at the cops, how's he doing, you bum?
[F#] He just blew her lunch, [B] he's getting by the new [E] car. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Grabbing my baby's all liquored up, [A] all _ _
_ _ _ [E] liquored up, all liquored up, all liquored up.
Oh, how she getting all liquored up, [B] _ all _ _ _ _ [E] liquored up, all liquored up. _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [Em] She's hot like a ripped off window.
Listen [E] right through to it.
Blades are made of jello, but her voice can rip your skin.
The hider caught him out, she iced his skirt above her head.
The whole seventh week is [Bm] checking out her [G#] scratch.
[A] _ _ _
I stuck to her stout, [E] and everybody says it's so jaded when it's wet.
_ [A] Rough, jaded, isn't it?
Now it's getting stout.
[F#] The whole place is jaded, [B] and she might be cut in half.
[E] She got _ _ all, all, _ all liquored up.
No.
Baby's so fucking liquored up.
[A] She got all, _ _ all, [E] all liquored up.
She was supposed to be driving me home.
Ya, now she [B] got all, all, [E] all _ liquored up.
Oh, [Bm] Julie Harris.
That [E] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] _ [G#m] _ [A] _ _ hot glass skin.
That stout.
[E] _ Everybody says it's hot when it's hot.
[A] Run, Janet, that ain't good.
Now it's getting stout.
[F#m] The whole class is praying that she [B] finally passes out!
[E] She's a whore! _ _
_ _ Make her run!
Oh my baby soul, goddamn, make her run!
[A] She's a whore! _
_ _ _ [E] Make her run!
She's normally a very nice girl, but_
[B] She's a whore! _
_ _ _ [E] Make her run!
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow, make her run!
[B] She's a whore!
_ _ _ [E] Make her run!
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
_ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Wow!
She's a whore!
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_ Ah!
_ [N] _ _ Good job!
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Whore!
_ Oh, that song brings back some very painful memories. _ _ _ _ _