Pat Green – West Texas Holiday (Guitar)

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
E                             G#
September comes to Texas just one time every year,

       A                   F#
so we get our guns and our pickup trucks,

      A             B7         E
and a bunch of that Lone Star beer,
well we head out for the open plains,
            G#
where the birds they all flow like wine,

    A                    F#
we hunt them up then we shoot them down,

         A       B7       E
man it makes me feel so fine,
The manly sport is what I'm talking about,
             G#
so you can grab you a pouch of chew,

A                           F#
If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly,

                 A              B7 E
we'll shoot the rabbits with my .22.
[Chorus 1]
A                                   E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,

      A                                   F#               B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,

E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,

                                  A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,

    B                E (go back to the intro E)
on a West Texas Holiday.
[Verse 2]
E                                 G#
Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told,

         A                        F#
they're both just a simple little way of life,

             A         B7        E
and they're both good for your soul, from Robert Earl Keen

                           G#
to Robert E. Lee, perfect strangers or best of friends,
A F# A
   B7     E
we all have a common little bond between us, we were born to be huntin men.

                                               G#
If it flies it dies you know they say, and so often times it's true,

          A                  F#
yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine,

           A        F#    E
and we'll have us a Bar-B-Que.
[Chorus 2] x2
A                                   E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,

      A                                   F#               B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,

E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,

                                  A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,

    B                E
on a West Texas Holiday.