🎸 Intro: F#m A B F#m A B 🎸 Verse: F#m A B It gets so sticky down here, better butter your cue finger up F#m A B It's the start of another new year, better call the newspaper up F#m A B $2.50 for a highball and a buck and a half for a beer F#m A B Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour is here F#m A B F#m A B
🎸 Verse: F#m A B The long days of Shockley are gone, so is football Kennedy style F#m A B Famous last words taken all wrong, wind up on the very same pile F#m A B $2.50 for a decade and a buck and a half for a year F#m A B Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour is here 🎸 Bridge: D E I can cry, beg and whine to every rebel I find D E Just to give me a line I can use to describe 🎸 Chorus: F#m A B They'll say, Baby, eat this chicken slow it's full of all them little bones F#m A B Baby, eat this chicken slow it's full of all them little bones 🎸 Solo: F#m A B F#m A B 🎸 Verse: F#m A B So regal and decadent here, coffin-cheaters dance on their graves F#m A B Music, all its delicate fear, is the only thing that don't change F#m A B $2.50 for an eyeball and a buck and a half for an ear F#m A B Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour is here 🎸 Outro: A F#m A Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired A F#m A Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired B D E D E 🎸 Chorus: F#m A B Ohhh, Baby, eat this chicken slow it's full of all them little bones F#m A B Baby, eat this chicken slow it's full of all them little bones F#m A B F#m
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