Head Bootlegger Man Akkorde von
Stoney Edwards
Stoney Edwards

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Tonart: E major
Verse 1
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I'm Head Man
I'm the Head Food Laker
Man in this state
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That's what I used to hear my grandpa say
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As he loaded up his truck
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and took off out to pray today
Well, he said,
ain't nobody gonna pull me over
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To see what I got under this cover
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Cause me and the chef,
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we're all in this together, you see
Well, just as long as I give
that chef his cut
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There ain't nobody gonna stop this truck
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I'm the head bootlegger
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man in this state
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Yeah, I'm the head bootlegger man,
there ain't no doubt
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The judge's wife is my best account
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I sell my booze wherever I please
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As long as I pay the damn check
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I'm the head bootlegger
man in this state
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What I used to hear my grandpa say
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I just loaded up a truck and just took off
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About to break of day
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Play it there, son
Get it, Gramp
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You old bugger, you
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Get your cater, let's go
Preacher said that it wouldn't look nice
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For us to come drivin' up to his house
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So we left him a jug in the bushes
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down by the church
Well, once a week we left a jug apiece
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For the boys down at the county seat
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And Monday morning we met
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at city hall
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Well, Sister Katie,
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she wanted her neighbors to think
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That she was a real fine lady
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But she got a little nip from me
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Every time the old gal was able
I'm the head bootlegger
man in this state
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That's what I used to hear my grandpa say
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As he loaded up his truck and took off
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About the break of day
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I'm the head bootlegger, man,
there ain't no doubt
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The judge's wife is my best account
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I sell my booze wherever I please
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As long as I'm paying the damn check
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I'm the head bootlegger,
man, in this state
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What I used to hear my grandpa say
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I just loaded up his truck
and just took off
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About to break the day
Go on, Gramps, you old bugger, you
Come on here, yes, you can
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Let's get up that hill
Oh, oh, Gramps,
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you got your stuff together
We don't have to worry about
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nobody botherin' us
Cause I'm with the head,
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bootleg, and lad
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Get your cane, Gramps,
and let's get on over here
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And load up this truck
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Old truck shoulders smokin' on it, Gramps
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Play a little bit there for me, Joe
We gonna get feelin' on the fiddle
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over there, too
I didn't know you could run like that,
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Grimm.
Outro 1
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