Pat Green - West Texas Holiday

      
 
 CHORDS
 E (barre chord) 079900 F# X44322
 B7 X20202 A X02220
 E 022100 G# X66544
 B X04441
 INTRO

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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
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 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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