Jelly Roll – Rodeo (Guitar)

      A
Jelly Roll, Tony, Struggle and all

G                     F#m
The plugs plug, ha ha ha ha

    Bm
I'm the wild card they waitin' on the one your man been hatin' on

A
You know I'm a gangster though and that's why you came along

G
Come on let's have a drink of holler in the swoller

     F#m
It's that Tennessee shit, save your problems for tomorrow

Bm
I love smokey bars with the neon light

     A
Just show me a honky tonk and I'ma be alright

    G
You ain't never had a man do a thing like that

        F#m
Rollin' stoned, baby, home is where I hang my hat

      Bm
I'm a southern gentleman, so I pull out your chair

      A
After that, I take you home and I pull on your hair

   G
As soon as the mornin' come, well baby I gotta run

     F#m
Good girls love bad guys, well baby you got you one

         Bm
We don't two step, no

         A
We don't turn around and do-si-do

            G
But girl if you came here for the rodeo

               F#m
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

         Bm
We don't two step, no

         A
We don't turn around and do-si-do

            G
But girl if you came here for the rodeo

               F#m
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

Bm
Yeah I'm an outlaw but a southern gentleman

A                     B
And that feelin' that you feelin' is adrenaline

G
And the guy that you with, he lookin' feminine

F#m
Baby need some man in her life, we can get it in

Bm
Ain't my first rodeo,

                A
We can go where them other guys can't, Make them sinner out of saints

G
Turn a good girl bad

                 F#m
But she looks so good at it, I'ma be the addict, you can be my habit

Bm
Got a havoc, grab your jacket and just climb up

A
Stars lined up, let's fall in love, eyes shut

G
Time's up, life's too short for what ifs

F#m
And would'ves and could'ves and should'ves, let's go

         Bm
We don't two step, no

         A
We don't turn around and do-si-do

            G
But girl if you came here for the rodeo

               F#m
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

         Bm
We don't two step, no

         A
We don't turn around and do-si-do

            G
But girl if you came here for the rodeo

               F#m
Then grab your saddle baby here we go

            Bm
Now she say all the right shit, never bring up the past

    A
She know none of them other chicks can mow her grass

G
Much less, put a stake in that motherfucker

F#m
Obvious as hell that they faker than motherfucker

Bm                                   A
She do the rodeo with her hands tied and her eyes closed

                       G
She slick thicker than Jay Lo

                     G    N.C.
She kinda talks like Reba though (Reba though)

              Bm
Whoa, got her hitting high notes, blowing exotic dro

A
She look like she sprinkled in pure blow

       G
Before this music shit I was out here gettin' these pounds off

Bm             F#m
Now we sittin' round eatin' shrimp with the brown sauce

Bm
They asked how we did it, tell 'em we outworked 'em

A
Even when we got a little somethin' we kept workin'

G
While you're at it tell the promoter, we gon' need

       F#m
Couple oz's of the best trees in your whole scene

      Bm
Wanna roll up? let's get high

A
Run around town and she chop lines

G
I don't mind, I got mine

F#m                                  Bm   B
Hottest in the city, baby I'm on fire