The gun show chords and lyrics - HEATH MCNEASE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Come get your tickets to the gun show
Lotta love, lotta light, lotta gun smoke
Don't run from the guns though
Why watch them in the back when you can
feel them in the front row
And welcome to the spandex fest
Where no matter the question,
the answer's yes
No denying this man is fresh
The guns go bang and the
crowd goes deaf
Hey, hey, hey
Plato
Yeah, I'm gonna be reading my
Bible in the tanning booth
[Dm]So if I miss a call,
[Am]just tell them I'll hit them back, [E]okay?
[Am]Re spect, alright?
Who wanna see daddy deadlift
a pickup truck
With no hiccup, just a thicc with a bust
A fist rigged to crush,
the big bricks to dust
If big comes to mush, a bit ridiculous
Ladies get [F]weak when [Am]they see
me on a steed in the breeze
So free, testosterone factory
The leather pants are better
when they're tight enough
To hear the pelvis shattering
I know you like the goods,
I don't know why you wouldn't
[F]Cause I've been chopping wood,
but don't [Am]know where to put [Dm]it
I'm a lumberjack,
[Am]cross with a thundercat
[E]Sword of moments of [Am]life,
fight the gun clap
Come get your tickets to the gun show
Lot of love, lot of light, lot of gun smoke
Don't run from the guns though
Why watch them in the back when you can
feel them in the front row
And welcome to the spandex fest
Where no matter the question,
the answer's yes
No denying this man is fresh
The guns go bang and the crowd goes deaf
Yo
Heath, I finally did it dude, when I take my shirt off now,
[Dm]all [F]the ladies a[Am]re like, is that
[E]Play [Am]-Doh?
Looked your name up, in the phone book, nothing new from you, check it, oh look,
it was thick and tricky, still lift it, and in the name of the lord, I tore it and ripped it, a gospel
Gangsta's
Vito,
Gangsta's
Vito
Cross with
D -Bone and
D -Vote
A power team jumpsuit, check it out
One, two,
Saturday night live
We will pump you up with a six -pack
Gift wrap your 8 or 8
Washboard, belly cap,
then crunch the day -to -day
[Dm]T -Action fl[Am]exin', boiled up[E]
Get the band -aids [Am]out
cause your boy's cut
Come get your tickets to the gun show
Lotta love, lotta light, lotta gun smoke
Don't run from the guns though
Why watch him in the back when you can
feel him in the front row?
And welcome to the spandex fest,
where no matter the question, the answer's yes
No denying this man is fresh,
the guns go bang and the crowd goes deaf
I got lotion and I got soul
[F]Ultraviolet remote con[Am]trol
Carbohydrates just say no
And yes to the bovine growth hormones
Man, I'll pull a charter bus with my teeth
I will massage you [F]after that [Am]feat
I'll bench press
I'm not comfortable with you rubbing my shoulders,
bro
Don't say that, bro, let's do [F]this
No, [Am]dude, it makes me feel like a weirdo
I don't care, [F]dude, I don't [Am]care
It's the 21st century
You should be a professional and
[E]give these people what they paid for
Oh, [Am]bust it
Come get your tickets to the gun show
Lotta love, lotta light, lotta gun smoke
Don't run from the guns, though
Why watch them in the back when you can
feel them in the front, bro?
And welcome to the spandex fest,
where no matter the question the answer's yes
No denying this man is fresh,

[Outro 1]
the guns go bang and the crowd goes deaf
[Am]