The Day I Tried To Teach Charlene Mackenzie How To Drive

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Well now Charlene McKenzie was a certified beauty
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And I thought it was my patriotic duty
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To teach her things like neckin’, yeah, and drivin’ an automobile
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Now Charlene McKenzie while prettier than most
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Turned out to be as deaf as a post
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A condition I was not aware of until | she got behind my steering wheel.


[Verse 2]

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I had a fifty-seven Chevy, it was born to run
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It was a red-hot fuel injected son of a gun
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And when her shoe went down on the accelerator
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She just froze when it let out a roar
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I said, “Don’t rev it so much take your foot off the gas”.
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She thought I said to pop the clutch and make it go fast
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And she did and friends we laid rubber for a block or more.


[Chorus 1]

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And there were chickens on the bumper, yeah, feathers in the grill
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Rose bushes in the wheel wells and a pig on my windshield
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And the bees were a-buzzin’ where she mowed down their beehive
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On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive.  CHANGE TO F


[Verse 3]

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I said, “Hold on a second I wanna talk to you”.
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She thought I said, “Go for second and see what she’ll do”.
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And we laid more rubber she jumped it to a hundred and four
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Now Clarkdale Georgia is just a little old town
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And shoot, I thought I knew my way around
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But she took me places that day I never seen before.


[Verse 4]

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Through barns and gullies and over hills
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We uncovered lovers and moonshine stills
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And broke into a clearing of the annual picnic of the Georgia Highway Patrol
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Yeah we broke up that picnic and everything in it
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Those officers were on us in a New York minute
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And I knew, somehow, I just had to regain control.


[Chorus 2]

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Because now there were lovers on the bumper, picnic baskets in the grill, yeah
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Wrapped around the fenders was what was left of a moonshine still
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There was a wounded patrolman on my windshield yellin’, “You’ll get 3 to 5”.
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On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive.


[Verse 5]

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Well I finally got her just to push in the clutch and we coasted to a stop
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But she still had her foot on the gas when up walked that wounded highway cop
            Bb
He blew some feathers out of his mouth and before I could stop him I heard him ask,

 “Ptooey, why don’t you quit revvin’ it up so much and take your foot off the gas”.

Oh no, here we go again!!!


[Chorus 1]

               F                             Bb
And there were chickens on the bumper, yeah, feathers in the grill
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Rose bushes in the wheel wells and a pig on my windshield
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And the bees were a-buzzin’ where she mowed down their beehive
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On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive.
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On the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene, look out !!!  how to drive.