Slow John Fairburn Chords

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[G]Now, our hometown's
a little old town,
and never much going on.
Well, I've [A]seen the whole town turn out
[Em]just to listen to [A]an organ grinder song.
But a bunch of [C]us rotten old [Cm]boys
that [C]ride motorcycles
started spreading [D]the rumor around
that it would really [G]be funny
to see old Slow John Fairburn
take a motor[D]cycle ride [A]around town.[G]
Now Slow John's oh
I guess 70 years old
and plays check[A]ers down on the square
and I've never seen him do anything
faster than a walk
and at times he'll slow that [C]down a hair.
So we went [D]around collecting some money
and came up with a hundred [G]dollar bill
And we let it be known
that come Saturday
[Em]would be Slow [F#]John's [G]show and tell.
Well, Saturday rolled around
and it was kind of hot,
[A]but it looked like the whole town came,
and they all gathered
around old Pete [Em]Jones
an[C]d Slow John's checker game.
[D]We came roaring up on those motorcycles
[G]an d the motor revving up loud,
And we plopped our money
down on the checker table
[Em]an d[G] a snicker kind of went
through the crowd
Slow John looked at the crowd
[D]and then he looked at the money,
[A]and I don't think he [Em]got uptight
[A]an d Pete Jones says well [Em]John
it looks [A]like it's your move
[C]an d old John says you know what
I think you're right
[D]Well, he hitched up his britches,
and he spit in his hands
[G]and Said could I borrow your
bike for [D]a while?
[Em]And he said, b[D]y the way,
would [G]you women and children
kind of stand back?
And I swear I saw him smile.
[A]He said, okay, boys,
I need me something wet.
And he downed [C]the beer.
And he picked up a [D]flower
from a nearby shrub,
and he stuck it [G]behind his ear.
Well, he kicked down on that
motorcycle starter
and that motor [A]kicked into a roar,
[C]and he [D]showered down Haas
and he laid [G]a strip of rubber
all the way to the grocery [A]store.
Women were [C]screaming
and [D]dogs started barking,
[G]the kids were getting a thrill,
cause he [A]made Evel Knievel [C]look
like he needed [D]training wheels.
[G]He popped himself a wheelie
across that courthouse [A]lawn,
and he roared right up
the front [C]stairs.[D]
[G]An old lady stobs up at the highway department,
fainted,
and fell right across the chair.
Well John picked [A]up his money
and [G]he said with a grin,
enjoyed the ride [A]boys, [G]thanks a lot.
And old [D]Pete laughed and [G]said,
boys, I could have told you,
but I think you needed a lesson or two,
because you see, Slow John Fairbairn
was motorcycle champ
in [C]30, [D]31, and 32.
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