Gov't Mule – I Think You Know What I Mean (Guitar)

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         G            Bb
He was a cowboy in an Indian bar

C
Not a real cowboy

      Bb                        G
But I think you know what I mean

G             Bb              C
She wasn't no movie star, but then again

Bb                   G
She wasn't exactly green

         C
He said -like it hot

         Bb            C    Bb
She said -I like it on fire

   C
He said -ready or not

    F
She said -I'm ready, baby

Bb                        D
Come on, I'm ready, baby, make me out a liar

        Eb             F                  C
And the walls exploded into a white smoke-screen

          Eb              F                        G
Well, not exactly - but I think you know what I mean

          G              Bb
She was a country girl - never been no where

C
Straight from the woods

   Bb                       G
I think you know what I mean

G               Bb               C
Told her sister she was out of there

Bb                                 G
Next stop Hollywood - barely seventeen

                  C
And a voice said -Need a job

       Bb           C     Bb
She cried -desperately

   C
It whispered -bow your head

 F
She said -Oh Lord

Bb                             D
I never thought that this could happen to me

        Eb                              F              C
And her spirit kind of floated away in a muddy slip stream

          Eb               F                         G
Well, not exactly - but, I think you know what I mean

          G                  Bb
He was a movie star turned president,

  C
Not like Eisenhower or DeNiro

     Bb                         G
But, I think you know what I mean

 G              Bb                C
Tried to convince us he was heaven sent

 Bb                                        G
With that carny smile and a missile in his sleeve

         C
He says -feed the poor

       Bb             C     Bb
Yeah, feed 'em to the lions

     C
We're screaming -even up the score

   F
He's screaming back, now,

Bb                       D
Be're number one, and we ain't even trying

          Eb                          F                C
And, now, ain't you proud to be part of the American dream

           Eb                          F        G
Well, not exactly - I think you know what I mean

   Eb             F         C
I think you know what I mean

   Eb             F         G
I think you know what I mean