Voltaire – Dirtiest Song That Aint (Guitar)

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{To begin with, the song is supposed to be kinda jazzy, so the strumming pattern I use is usually a Down/Slap, but anything else is good. Also, this is for standard tuning. If you're going to tune your guitar the way Voltaire tunes it, just go ahead and transpose the chords up twice} Dm A x2 [Intro]
Dm
Well I been around for a long time

               Gm       Dm
And I learned along the way

       Gm               A7
If you wanna go on the radio

          A                    Dm
There are words you just can't say

Dm
Now I thought hard about it

              Gm         Dm
And I found a way around it

Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio

          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't

Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?

    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
Dm A x2 [Verse 1]
Dm
Down in Carolina
I met a girl with a nice _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
So I reached down between us

    A5                Dm
And I whipped out my _ _ _ _ _

Dm
We skipped right past the sucking
And got right down to _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
She turned and said "I gotta ask

         A               Dm
Will you slip it into my _ _ _?"
[Chorus]
Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio

          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't

Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?

    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
[Verse 2]
Dm
Her husband was a trucker
He was a filthy mother_ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
I didn't want to wrastle

          A5                 Dm
With this no good stinkin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Dm
I heard his come through the kitchen door
But I was banging his filthy _ _ _ _ _
Gm
I knew i'd end up in a ditch

      A                    Dm
If he caught me riding his _ _ _ _ _
[Chorus]
Gm                A7
Help me go on the radio

          A                 Dm
You gotta say those words I can't

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't

Gm                      A7
Come on, man! Won't you gimme a hand?

    A                 Dm
And say those words I can't?

           Gm
You got to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't
[Verse 3]
Dm
"Mercy, please!" I told him
But he grabbed me by the _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm
And he did something heinous

A5              Dm
He exposed his _ _ _ _

Dm
I said "I dont mean to seem crass
But why are you buttering up your _ _ _"
            Gm
He said "My wife's a beard and she lured you here

            A                           Dm
Because I'm queer and I love it in the _ _ _ _"
[Chorus]
    Gm                  A7
You helped me go on the radio

   A                    Dm
By saying those words I can't

           Gm
You had to sing along

   A7                                    Dm
To make this song The dirtiest song that ain't!

Gm                       A7
Sir and ma'm, thanks for lending a hand

   A                    Dm
By saying those words I can't!

           Gm            A7
You had to sing along to make this song

A7
The dirtiest song

A7
The filthiest song

Dm
The dirtiest song that ain't!