Louisiana Hot Sauce chords - Sammy Kershaw

Sammy Kershaw Lyrics




	  G 
Little Susanna, down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be 
G 
All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna but she don't want nobody but me 
    C 
Now I'm a lucky fellow, 'cause they all try to tell her, girl you better leave him alone 
    G 
But none of them can see what she sees in me, she loves me way down to the bone 
       D                                                         C 
She'll sit around and tease 'em, tell 'em she can please 'em but I know that she's taking me home 

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                                G 
Well well well, she's Louisiana Hot Sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine 
         G 
She's lookin' good as I've seen, strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind 
    C 
Believe me there's no other that comes in up above her, she knocks me right down to my knees 
        G 
Well I know I could never have it any better, she spins me like a washing machine 
       D                                                                   C 
And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder when she pours her lovin' on me 
                           G 
She's Louisiana Hot Sauce
 
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She's Louisiana Hot Sauce 
Louisiana Hot Sauce


   
	  G 
Little Susanna, down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be 
G 
All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna but she don't want nobody but me 
    C 
Now I'm a lucky fellow, 'cause they all try to tell her, girl you better leave him alone 
    G 
But none of them can see what she sees in me, she loves me way down to the bone 
       D                                                         C 
She'll sit around and tease 'em, tell 'em she can please 'em but I know that she's taking me home 

Chorus:
                                G 
Well well well, she's Louisiana Hot Sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine 
         G 
She's lookin' good as I've seen, strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind 
    C 
Believe me there's no other that comes in up above her, she knocks me right down to my knees 
        G 
Well I know I could never have it any better, she spins me like a washing machine 
       D                                                                   C 
And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder when she pours her lovin' on me 
                           G 
She's Louisiana Hot Sauce
 
Fiddle break 
 
Guitar break 
 
Piano break 

Chorus 
 
Chorus 
 
She's Louisiana Hot Sauce 
Louisiana Hot Sauce