Butterbean chords - Kevin Fowler

Kevin Fowler Lyrics




C                                             G      C 
Many times I've been told, that old gal ain't got no soul
       C        Bb  A        G    F         G          C
She'll chew you up, spit you out, leave you boy, there aint no doubt
C                                                    G    C
All the men say she's mean, that side of her I ain't ever seen
  C      Bb       A      G        F      G          C
A little sugar, a lot of spice, a little naughty, a little nice


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C
She's my little butterbean
                        G
The cutest thing you've ever seen
C     Bb     A     G 
Oh my little Texas queen
F               G     C      
She's my little butterbean


Well I met her down ‘round San Antone, those local boys left her alone
They all said she was the devils one and only child
Don't believe it, not one word, there ain't one thing I ever heard
They'll never change the way I feel, girls got me head over heels


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Steel solo

My little Lone Star hootchie-coo, well I've chased her to Timbuktu
She's gone from Fort Worth to Abilene and every roadhouse in between
She's as hot as cakes on a griddle, that girl goes wild when the bow hits the fiddle
She loves to swing and do-se-do, oh, that's why I love her so


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C                                             G      C 
Many times I've been told, that old gal ain't got no soul
       C        Bb  A        G    F         G          C
She'll chew you up, spit you out, leave you boy, there aint no doubt
C                                                    G    C
All the men say she's mean, that side of her I ain't ever seen
  C      Bb       A      G        F      G          C
A little sugar, a lot of spice, a little naughty, a little nice

Chorus:
C
She's my little butterbean
                        G
The cutest thing you've ever seen
C     Bb     A     G 
Oh my little Texas queen
F               G     C      
She's my little butterbean


Well I met her down ‘round San Antone, those local boys left her alone
They all said she was the devils one and only child
Don't believe it, not one word, there ain't one thing I ever heard
They'll never change the way I feel, girls got me head over heels


Chorus

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Steel solo

My little Lone Star hootchie-coo, well I've chased her to Timbuktu
She's gone from Fort Worth to Abilene and every roadhouse in between
She's as hot as cakes on a griddle, that girl goes wild when the bow hits the fiddle
She loves to swing and do-se-do, oh, that's why I love her so


Chorus

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