Flinty Kind of Woman Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]
It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the [Dm]bad don't get
[Am]in your way
There's an angry God gonna strike it
Yeah, [F]that's what we pay him for,
[G]that's why we pray
Well I [Am]guess the angry
God he was a-fishing
When When [Dm]Molly called me
up with the [Am]news
Within the space of a week
Yeah, a per[F]vert or a sex freak
[C]Let the kids take a peek
That's [G]more than a little cheek
No pun in[Am]tended[G][C]

[Verse 2]
Going [F]east of Mississippi got
a [C]flinty kind of [Am]woman
And you don't act smart and you
[Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants
to see the sun go down
[Am]

[Verse 3]
Well there was no time
fooling with the trifles
So there was [Dm]no use
in telling [Am]the men
They would just go running
for their rifles
[F]And then once you [Dm]got
him couldn't [G]get him again
So [Am]Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
[Dm]And Marge got her gardening [Am]clips
And Sally LaBiche put her
[F]hound on a leash
And the [C]timer on the quiche, she's
[G]kind of nouveau riche
But we [Am]like her
[G][C]

[Verse 4]
Going [F]east of Missis[Dm]sippi got
a [C]flinty kind of [Am]woman
And you don't act fresh and you
[Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants to see the sun go
[Am]down

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[Verse 5]
It was the [Am]kids who spotted
him a running
As we [Dm]drove through the
harbor fo[Am]g
And that's when we got our
engines gunning
'Cause we [F]knew he was headed
for the [G]cranberry bog
We got our [Am]hip-high rubber
rubber boots strapped on
And Molly [Dm]got the big flashlights [Am]out
And by the "Welcome
to New England" sign
[F]Got him with the fishing line
[C]In the dark smell of brine
[G]Betty said "This one is mine."
She is [Am]ruthless[G][C]

[Verse 6]
[F]Going east of Mississippi got a
[C]flinty kind of [Am]wo man
And you just say no and you
[Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants
to see the sun go [Am]down

[Verse 7]
Well [Am]we didn't have to
drag him and a-jail him
him
'Cause you [Dm]don't have
to take it so [Am]far
When your roots go back to Old Salem
And you've [F]got a local
chapter of [G]the DAR
Now I [Am]don't go tooting
on my lobsters
'Cause your [Dm]pride doesn't
go with your [Am]plaid
But it's a victory won and it
[F]couldn't be done
By the [C]hippy-dippy flaky-shaky
fun-in-the-sun
Bra [G]Bra Bra Bra Bra Bra
less [Am]wonders
[G]

[Verse 8]
[C]
Going [F]east of Mississippi got a
[C]flinty kind of [Am]woman
And you know your place and you
[Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants
to see the sun go [Am]down
If the [G]young man wants
to see the sun go [Am]down