The Rankin Family Live In Vancouver (1996) The Mull River Shuffle Chords

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_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ Alright folks, this is your last chance to dance.
I want to see you on your feet.
Come on, get up!
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Lots of room in the aisles.
Come on, you guys upstairs too.
Let's go! _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] Let's shake some ground in Vancouver.
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_ _ _ Whether it's Mr.
McD, oh the fine shape that he is in,
There is still telling which way he'll feel, after his twister around the bend.
Raisin' hell, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some report of fruity tale, and some of nearly thick shots.
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_ _ _ _ _ Come yonder, it's old [Bm] McVie, he's having a [A] few he can hardly [D] see.
He wrapped his body around a [F#m] tray, someone [D] call the Mounties. _ _
Raisin' hell, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some report of fruity tale, and some of nearly thick shots. _ _
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Well, look fine you camera, and a celestial affair for hammer and penny.
I'll start a red stammering, and I'll be happy for Saturday.
Raisin' hell, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some report of fruity tale, and some of nearly thick shots.
_ Alright, let's get nasty! _ _
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_ [B] _ _ [E] He might have light, burning bright every night,
Waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Huggableock.
_ _ Raisin' hell, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some report of fruity tale, and some of nearly thick shots.
Never stand [A] by the [E] door, [A] till they push by the door.
[E] I'll ask you to play some more along the shores of Huggableock.
Raisin' hell, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some report of fruity tale, and some of nearly thick shots.
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