Lainey Wilson — Grease

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SONG:   GREASE
ARTIST: LAINEY WILSON
VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/fwzgh7UUpjE
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  [email protected]


                                   GREASE
                               LAINEY  WILSON

[Intro]
E5
Em   Am Em        Em
           Come on


[Verse]
             Em
It's been a long, hot summer

For a hard-working John Deere man
 Am          Em
You're real tired, well, no wonder

'Cause you earned that farmer's tan

              Em
While I been working in the garden

You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea

Well, look at what ya started
                                  Am
All because you got a little thirsty


[Chorus]
     Em
Good God Almighty
                                         Am
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
         Em
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

         Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
                             Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it)
      Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

                     Em
Now we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do

        Am           Em
Now we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do


[Verse]
               Em
Let's slow it down, let me help ya

Button down that blue collar
Am         Em
Boy, your touch is burning up

You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler

        Em
Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
                            Am
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do

         Em
But that hat turned back and them kisses like that

Make it real hard to keep it cool wooh


[Chorus]
     Em
Good God Almighty
                                         Am
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
         Em
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

         Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
                              Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
      Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

                     Em
Now we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do

        Am           Em
Now we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
 Am
Come on

[Break]
G      G
   Wooh

It's getting hot in here

You know who's bringing home the bacon

G  G  Em   G


[Chorus]
     Em
Good God Almighty

Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog

Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

         Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
                              Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)

      Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

                     Em
Now we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do

         Am           Em
Yeah we cooking with grease

Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do


[Outro]
                                     G   G   G   G
I ain't talking about no Crisco y'all		
    

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