West Texas Holiday Ukulele tab

	  INTRO   
ocultar pestaña
 
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VERSE I 
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 I 
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. 
 
BREAK 
play verse chords 
 
 
VERSE II 
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. 
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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 II 
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. 
 
REPEAT CHORUS II 
 
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