Kris Kristofferson – Sky King (Guitar)

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Every mornin at line you'd see him arrive

         C
He stood five-foot-six about one-eighty-five

          D
About as broad at the shoulder as he was at the hip

                                        G
Everybody knew he didn't give a sh*t, Sky King

G
Now some say Sky was born in New Orleans

            C
Where he built hisself a rotor on a sewing machine

       D
Cut his teeth on a collective pitch

                                         G
Old Sky was a low flyin son of a b**ch, Sky King

    C
Sky King

    D
Sky King

          G
Short fat sky

G
And then came a day at Stage Field Nine

           C
When his engine failed and men started cryin

      D
And sirens screamed and hearts beat fast

                                                       G
And everybody thought he'd breathed his last, 'cept Sky

 G
Well he pushed that collective on down through the floor

           C
But the damn rotorblade wouldn't turn anymore

                D
So his butt puckered up and with a frightening sound

                                                             G
He just sucked that old chopper up off of the ground, Sky King

G
The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class

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To get the seat cover out of Sky King's ass, Sky King

     C
Sky King

    D
Sky King

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Short fat sky

G
Well they never reopened that landing strip

          C
They just put a marble stand on top of it

     D                                  D*
And these few words are written on that thing

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Ain't a butt that can pucker like old Sky King's