Louisiana Saturday Night Chords Teclado

	  Intro: 
 
G   D   C9   D X2 
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I remember being young. 
                    D 
Hell I think i still am. 
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I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate 
D            C9                            D 
Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam. 
G                                D    C9 
That's the last thing I recall. 
                     D 
Hell I heard I had a ball. 
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I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars, 
                                 D 
Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars. 
G                                        D      C9    
Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are? 
D           G 
Is this my calling? 
D     C9 
Am I falling? 
        D           G     D     C9   D 
Is this what I need? 
 
Pre-Chorus: 
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Chorus: 
        G*           D*    C* 
It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane. 
G*           D*        C* 
Let my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain. 
G*                  D*   C* 
Said thats alright. 
                         C* 
I must be runnin out of time. 
          G*            D* 
What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night? 
 
 
Solo: 
 
G*     D*      C*  X2 
 
 
Verse: 
 
Can i get a cigarette? 
Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighter 
What I do is use the stova-stova. 
Take another shower. 
Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hour 
Through the back seat ain't called shotgun. 
Driver sittin crooked in the driver seat. 
Good God! Am I gonna die? 
Just another picture missing from the newspaper. 
See you later. 
Turn the funky radio up. 
 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse: 
 
I'm bored talkin bout the night 
Cuz we all know Louisiana sets it up right 
With the band playin front stage 
Never made the front page 
Livin off a dollar  
In the hopes I get a good wage. 
Shout out!Everybody clap. 
For the fine little girl in the second row back. 
With the blonde hair, mini-skirt 
Nice legs, tight shirt, 
Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act. 
 
Chorus