Grease Chords

Intro: E5 Em Am Em Em Come on Verse: Em It's been a long, hot summer For a hard-working John Deere man Am Em You're real tired, well, no wonder 'Cause you earned that farmer's tan Em While I been working in the garden You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea

Well, look at what ya started Am All because you got a little thirsty Chorus: Em Good God Almighty Am Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah) Em Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Em Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Am Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it) Em Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Em Now we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Am Em Now we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Verse: Em Let's slow it down, let me help ya Button down that blue collar Am Em Boy, your touch is burning up You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler Em Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah) Am Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do Em But that hat turned back and them kisses like that Make it real hard to keep it cool wooh Chorus: Em Good God Almighty Am Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah) Em Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Em Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Am Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it) Em Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Em Now we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Am Em Now we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Am Come on Break: G G Wooh It's getting hot in here You know who's bringing home the bacon G G Em G Chorus: Em Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Em Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Am Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it) Em Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Em Now we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Am Em Yeah we cooking with grease Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do Outro: G G G G I ain't talking about no Crisco y'all