Fast Cars Guitars And Fine Tuned Women

Confederate Railroad

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  • G/Bb
Tom:
G G Momma rocked me in a cradle, Daddy rolled me in his arms,
C G I been robin rolling, Lord, Lord, since the day I was born. [Interlude]
G G **
G G ** [Verse 1]
G My baby blanket was a rebel flag,
G I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag.
C I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea.
G Baby, long came [?] in an o'shea tree,
D ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken.
G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Chorus]
C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.
D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
[Interlude]
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G ** [Verse 2]
G Lord, I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen,
G want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream.
C I got my first car, I was hell on wheels,
G I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal.
D My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen.
G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Chorus]
C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.
D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Interlude]
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G **
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G G/A G/Bb G/B [Outro 1]
C G Yeah, I’m a man, I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night.
D G To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
C G I’m a man I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night
D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G* Fast cars, guitars, some fined tuned women. [Outro 2] N.C.
G G **
G G **
G F* F#*
G* G*
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