Shreveport chords - Turnpike Troubadours

Turnpike Troubadours Lyrics




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Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport I’d been too long in my seat
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I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
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And the ceiling fans they hung’d above a screened in patio
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Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
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And the bar mate smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
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Said hang around I’ll show you things they don’t teach in school


Across the way an old blues man was playin’ on the street
He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
Well you can learn somethings down there they don’t teach in school


Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
‘Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go
I said, oh officer, oh officer, please don’t take me to jail
Said you can’t sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin’ all too well 
And if you play in my town son you’ll play it by the rules
That downtown night shed light on sights that you won’t see in school


Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin’ down the road
So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
Said I’ve gone as far a Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to spare
Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family there
And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin’ back I played it cool 
From a shotgun seat I learned some thing they don’t teach in school
 

Key change to E

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And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
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Well you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school


Well I said you can learn something down there they don’t teach in school 

   
          D                   G          D                 A     D  
Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport I’d been too long in my seat
  D                G        D              A       D 
I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
        G                 D              G              D
And the ceiling fans they hung’d above a screened in patio
D                      G       D                 A         D
Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
        Bm                   F#m                G                 A 
And the bar mate smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
     D                G        D                 A        D 
Said hang around I’ll show you things they don’t teach in school


Across the way an old blues man was playin’ on the street
He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
Well you can learn somethings down there they don’t teach in school


Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
‘Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go
I said, oh officer, oh officer, please don’t take me to jail
Said you can’t sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin’ all too well 
And if you play in my town son you’ll play it by the rules
That downtown night shed light on sights that you won’t see in school


Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin’ down the road
So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
Said I’ve gone as far a Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to spare
Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family there
And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin’ back I played it cool 
From a shotgun seat I learned some thing they don’t teach in school
 

Key change to E

      C#m             G#m               A               B
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
     E                  A           E                B        E          
Well you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school


Well I said you can learn something down there they don’t teach in school