Night of the Living Rednecks Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Ray[C]'s [G]gui[F]tar broke.[C]
[F]No, we won't play Rawhide,
won't play anything.
We'll play the theme from the Dinah
Shore show.
Who wants to be Dinah Shore?
Who's alter- ego is Dinah Shore?
Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly [Gm]this time. [F]Yawn,
[D]yaw[G]n, yaw[Bm]n.[F][C][G]
[F][C][Bm][G][F#5][F]
Put those headphones on, it's be- [C]bop [E5]time.[F][F#5][Bm][Eb][F]
[Gm][F][Gm]

[Interlude 1]
[D][F][G][C][Bm]
[C][Am][G][C][D][F][Gm]
[D]I want to tell you a story

[Verse 2]
[C]abo[Bb]ut th[F]e[G][C]
last [D]time I was [Dm]in Portl[F]and.[C]
The night be[Bm]fore we [C]played
at the [G]Long Good[D]bye.[G]
[C]I was walking on the street
about [F]10:30 at night.[G]
[F]A lot of people [C]go to bed [Am]around [Eb]here
[D]at [Eb]10:30[Gm] at night.[F][Em]
[C]And well, I was walk[Bb]ing [F]along when
[Gm]suddenly these [F]jocks in this
[Gm]bright [F#5]blue p[F]ickup d[C]rove u[D]p. I[Bm]t had KC[C] lights,
[G]tractor tires,
everything but [Gm]the CB. It was a [C]life- size Hot
[Am]Wheels [A5]car f[D]or some dumb[C] rich [G]kid,
[Bm]righ[C]t. Well,[C#][D][F#5]
[Ab]they[G] drove up to m[Am]e[F]
[C]and they yelled what dumb [G]rich kids usually [C]yell,
[F]"Hey, faggot,"
[C]and[E5] show[Bb]ered[Gm] me with [C]some
[Bb]wa t[F]er.[Gm][Bm][D][G][Em]
[D]So,[Bm] I st[C]oo[D]d th[C]er[F]e thinking,
what a bunch [Eb]of fuckheads and picked up a [Gm]rock.[F][E5][Bm]
[Bb]Now, [Gm]I waited,
[Bm]walked down [G]about a [E5]block [Gm]to
where the Ken[D]tucky Fried [Bb]Chicken is,
[D]on Bur[Bb]nsid[Gm]e,
[C]and sure enough they dro[F]ve
around [Gm]again.[F][C]
[F]The[Bm]y said, "He[C]y, faggot,
[D]where's the [A5]nearest McDon[Am]ald's?" [D]I s[E5]aid,
[F]"I don't know" and they
squirted me [Eb]again.
[D]So I t[Gm]hrew[G] the r[Gm]ock and pu[F]t a ni[C]ce- size dent
[F]in their [G]giant Hot Wheels [Gm]car.[C][Gm]
They screeched to a halt [F]in [G]the park
ing lot [C]of some department store,
[G]who[F]'s name I don't rem[D]ember,
it's up the street [Am]from [Bm]Fred [C#]Meyer,[D]
and they [F]got out [Gm]their [G]clubs and they ran [D]after [C]me,
[D]yelling,
[C]"We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot,
we're gonna [F]kill you,
[G]you motherfuck[D]er."
[G]So [Gm]I got [F]in a phone [C]booth [Bb5]by[Gm]
the Kentuck[G]y Fried C[D]hicken on B[F]urns[C]ide,
held my [Bm]legs [C]straight out[Am] like thi[C]s so
they couldn't open [D]the door
[Em]to the [F]phone [F#5]booth. So [F]they began
charging [Am]the p[D]hone booth,
[G]beating on it with their club,
[C]yelling,
[D]"We're gon[Gm]na kill you, you [C]motherfucker,
[D]we're gonna [G]kill you[Am],
you god [Bb]damn [Bm]fag g[C]ot." I just
looked at [G]them.[C][D][Gm]
[G]So, [C]there was a c[Am]rowd gat[Bm]h
ering [C]by this time
[D]and these [Em]kids were [F]standing
nearby [G]an d they said,
[E5]"Oh, look [Eb]at him, he's[D] insane.[Eb]" I th[D]ough[Eb]t,[Gm][G]
ah- [C]hah, [Em]here's my w[C]ay o[Gm]ut.[Bb]
[D]I yelled at the[G]m,
[D]"Take me [Gm]to a mental [Eb]hospital [C]right [G]away.
[Gm]I want to be be [G]put away.
[C]Please [Gm]put me [G]away, c'[C]mon,
call [G]the cops and [D]put [F]me away.
Please put me away [Bb]now."[F]
[D]They sai[F]d, "Al[C]rig[G]ht, faggot,[Em]
[G]we'[Bm]re ca[G]lling th[C]e police[F]." So they cal[Gm]led [F]the poli[C]ce.
The [Gm]cop [F]comes [Gm]out and I g[C]o, a[Gm]h, my savior,[F]
I'm away from these jock[Bm]s.[Ab][B5]
He opens [F]up the door,
"Get out of [Gm]there, you,"
[Bm]throws me up again[F]st the car, [E5]frisks [F]me,
shoves me in the [D]back.[C]
Then he goes over to the jocks,
[F]"No[Gm]w wha[F]t [Eb]happened here?[D]
[Ab]It looks l[Gm]ike we're going
have to [G]take him [A5]to jail
[C]but we [F]got to have the full
[Gm]story [F]first"[D]
So [Gm]the j[C]ocks, who had an ace in [Gm]the h[C]ole,
[Gm]ace [G]in t[F]he hole[G]
Take [Gm]down on [G]the bass,
a [Gm]little bit down [C]on the [Gm]bass. [D]Yea[C]h,
ace in the hole, and they [Gm]go, [G]"Wel[C]l,
[Gm]goddammit,
the motherfucker put a dent in my truck,
a [C]$5000 truck, right,
so I got [Gm]my club,
[F]I went out and I wanted to kill him.
[D]I want [F]to kill him. Let [D]me kill [F]him,
goddammit.
[Gm]Let me kill [F]him."
[D]So the[F] cop mad[C]e the[Bb]m go home,
[C]and[Gm] he drove me home[G],[C]
[F]an d he confiscated [C]their [Am]club and [Bm]my
[C]rock as further [Em]evidence.[F]
And I [Gm]thought, [F]so this is Ore[Eb]gon,
[Ab]huh? [Gm]Tolerant Oregon?
[F][Gm]

[Verse 3]
[Am]Ray, are [F]you [Bm]done with your guitar yet?
[C]He [Gm]isn't done yet.[Em][D]
[C#][C]
So what else do you want to hear,
I'm out of [Gm]stories.
That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose