A E B E A E B EE I married a woman who talks like Jerry ReedE God just didn't bless her with the vocal chords she needsE She looks like Cindy Crawford, but that ain't the way she soundsE When we make love, I keep hearin' "East Bound And Down"A I work sixty hours a week, and I bring home my check She says, No Chord "Son you're gonna have to take me outB E and put some groceries down my neck"A So I took her to a fancy restaraunt - she looked down her nose and saidB E No Chord "Why didn't we stop at a choke and puke, for some grilled cheese sandwich es"E I married a woman who talks like Jerry ReedE Oughta be on the cover of Playboy,'cause that body's garaunteedE She talks just like that guitar man, that crawled out of the swampE That Lousiana law gonna save you, when I knock ya in the head with a stumpA She thinks my name is Amos, when she ain't callin' me sonB E No Chord "Amos, son, I'm under stress. Let's go somewhere that's fun"A So I flew her to Europe and spent ten-thousand bucksB E She said, "I'd have No Chord had more fun thumbin' a ride on a overloaded poultry truck"A E B E A E B EE I married a woman who talks like 'you know who'E Got a brand new pair of earplugs, stuck in with Elmer's glueE Bought all the lamps that K-Mart had, 'cause there's one thing I don't needE Is to be in the dark with a woman who sounds just like Jerry ReedA It's hard to be romantic, when she whispers in my earB E "You got a No Chord long way to go, and a short time to get here"A She talks like that trucker, whether I like it or notB E "We're No Chord loaded up and truckin', and when you're hot - you hot"
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