Chords for Cledus Maggard - Kentucky Moonrunner

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Cledus Maggard - Kentucky Moonrunner chords
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Right, one-night, how about you, Smokey Mountain Smoke, you got your ears on?
You got your Smokey Mountain Smoke, you bring it on.
Ah, Ten-Four, you got the one blue trooper.
What say we pull the plug on these old picture takers and back it on out into town for a short short?
Oh, bed Ten-Four on that short short, blue trooper.
[C#] Ten-Four.
Oh, [F#] mercy, they are blue troopers.
You see that 18-wheel hot rod that [D#] just went by us in a gust of chicken feathers?
Ah, yeah, big Ten-Four on them [C#] chicken feathers.
He must have been doing 100 for sure.
Busted every tube in my picture taker.
I was holding it in my hand, too.
Mercy, it's thanks to that smart.
Flat curl your fingernails backwards.
[D#] Ten-Four, [G#] let's get the [C#] bubble gum popping and the hammer down.
Great for that 18-wheeler there [G#] doing 100 for [C#] sure.
Now you just bag it down more, we got you.
I'm the ten-picking moon runner, Ten-Four Smokey Mountain.
I don't stop for no [D#] slow cop, not even [G#] for a perk.
[C#] For chickens and old moonshine is a mighty heavy load.
Got the hammer [G#] down on this big [C#] A-town road.
Now you look here, Ten-Four, you in enough trouble already going double double [D#] nickel.
Without [G#] having [C#] moonshine at the bottom of that rig under them [F#] chickens.
Now [C#] you pull that old 18-wheel over to [G#] the side.
[C#] Blue trooper, give me a 20.
Hey, Negatory there, I can let you [F#] have two fives and [C#] some loose change.
Get the peanut butter out of your [D#] ears, Blue trooper.
[G#] I want your [C#] location.
I'm eyeballing your [F#] taillights about a [C#] half mile behind you.
Mercy, that [G#] day Smokey Mountain [C#] Smokey, it's a snowing.
Biggest flakes I ever seen.
Negatory, Blue trooper, that ain't snow.
That's chicken feathers off that 18-wheeler.
[D#] You can [G#] always tell snow [C#] from the chicken feathers.
[F#] Snow don't come up your wiper [C#] blade something awful.
Now, moon runner boy, you pull it over now.
I'm the Kentucky [F#] moon runner, Ten-Four [C#] Smokey,
Put the hammer down on the big A-town [D#] and be my recon [G#] chair.
[C#] Cause you can't catch me [F#] no matter how [C#] you try.
My [G#] moonshine hollers down and gone [C#] my vibe.
Right, guys, Smokey Mountain Smokey, I done put out a call for reinforcements.
Ten-Four, let's get [D#] every Smokey in [G#] Tennessee, Avery.
[C#] He's doing 120 for George.
We gotta stop that boy before he gets to Georgia.
Oh, watch out there, Blue trooper.
They done coming out of the chicken coop up here.
[F#] Well, [C#] Negatory, tell them boys to keep them rigs parked.
[D#] Blue trooper, I [G#] don't mean no chicken [C#] coop, boy.
I mean our chicken coop.
He done let them chickens loose [G#] out that rig.
[C#] Oh, mercy, they drunk on that moonshine.
Sure try to dodge 300 jaywalking drunk New [D#] England white [G#] rocks.
[C#] Oh, mercy, big Ten-Four on them plastic Sunday dinners.
They all over me.
Lord [G#] have mercy, [C#] now they started laying eggs.
Ten-Four on them hundred [F#]-proof egg yolks.
[C#] You reckon these old snow treads are gonna hang on these slippery [D#] eggs?
I don't [G#] know, but I got a [C#] half dozen flying sunny side up on my hood.
Blue trooper, what's your 20 now?
Come on back.
I'm the four-wheel western omelet that just passed [F#] you.
Come on, wake [C#] our moonrunner.
The fun's over.
Now, boy, we got [D#] 58 [G#] Smokeys, [C#] 36 County Mounties, 12 local yokels, 19 buyers in the air,
22 [G#] meter mage, [C#] 2 ballistic missiles, Richard Petty Kojak, and [F#] 200 [C#] south white rock chickens on your tail, boy.
[D#] Now, you gonna [G#] back that old rig [C#] down or not?
Hey, we too late.
[F#] That old moonrunner [C#] done crossed that Georgia line.
[G#] Oh, Ten [C#]-Four, great [A#] for a Georgia Smokey.
[C#] Ten-Four, back door.
We [F#] got this old Kentucky [C#] moonrunner on the side for sure.
There he was, streaking through the Georgia night, and [D#] he done forgot [G#] about that one [C#] white night.
[F#] 104 miles over [C#] speed limit.
That old boy's gonna grow old in the pokie.
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Come [G#] on down for [C#] my Tennessee, boys, and we'll do us some celebrating.
Have us [F] some [F#] fried chicken, scrambled [C#] eggs, and some of that [G] Kentucky moonrunner.
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_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [C#] _ _
Right, one-night, how about you, Smokey Mountain Smoke, you got your ears on?
You got your Smokey Mountain Smoke, you bring it on.
Ah, Ten-Four, you got the one blue trooper.
What say we pull the plug on these old picture takers and back it on out into town for a short short?
_ Oh, bed Ten-Four on that short short, blue trooper. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ Ten-Four.
Oh, [F#] mercy, they are blue troopers.
You see that 18-wheel hot rod that [D#] just went by us in a gust of chicken feathers?
Ah, yeah, big Ten-Four on them [C#] chicken feathers.
He must have been doing 100 for sure.
Busted every tube in my picture taker.
I was holding it in my hand, too.
Mercy, it's thanks to that smart.
Flat curl your fingernails backwards.
[D#] Ten-Four, [G#] let's get the [C#] bubble gum popping and the hammer down.
Great for that 18-wheeler there [G#] doing 100 for [C#] sure.
Now you just bag it down more, we got you.
I'm the ten-picking moon runner, Ten-Four Smokey Mountain.
I don't stop for no [D#] slow cop, not even [G#] for a perk.
[C#] For chickens and old moonshine is a mighty heavy load.
Got the hammer [G#] down on this big [C#] A-town road.
Now you look here, Ten-Four, _ you in enough trouble already going double double [D#] nickel.
Without [G#] having [C#] moonshine at the bottom of that rig under them [F#] chickens.
Now [C#] you pull that old 18-wheel over to [G#] the side.
[C#] Blue trooper, give me a 20.
Hey, Negatory there, I can let you [F#] have two fives and [C#] some loose change.
Get the peanut butter out of your [D#] ears, Blue trooper.
[G#] I want your [C#] location.
I'm eyeballing your [F#] taillights about a [C#] half mile behind you.
Mercy, that [G#] day Smokey Mountain [C#] Smokey, it's a snowing.
Biggest flakes I ever seen.
Negatory, Blue trooper, that ain't snow.
That's chicken feathers off that 18-wheeler.
[D#] You can [G#] always tell snow [C#] from the chicken feathers.
[F#] Snow don't come up your wiper [C#] blade something awful.
Now, moon runner boy, you pull it over now.
I'm the Kentucky [F#] moon runner, Ten-Four [C#] Smokey,
Put the hammer down on the big A-town [D#] and be my recon [G#] chair.
[C#] Cause you can't catch me [F#] no matter how [C#] you try.
My [G#] moonshine hollers down and gone [C#] my vibe.
Right, guys, Smokey Mountain Smokey, I done put out a call for reinforcements.
_ Ten-Four, let's get [D#] every Smokey in [G#] Tennessee, Avery.
[C#] He's doing 120 for George.
We gotta stop that boy before he gets to Georgia.
Oh, watch out there, Blue trooper.
They done coming out of the chicken coop up here.
[F#] Well, [C#] Negatory, tell them boys to keep them rigs parked.
[D#] Blue trooper, I [G#] don't mean no chicken [C#] coop, boy.
I mean our chicken coop.
He done let them chickens loose [G#] out that rig.
[C#] Oh, mercy, they drunk on that moonshine.
Sure try to dodge 300 jaywalking drunk New [D#] England white [G#] rocks.
[C#] Oh, mercy, big Ten-Four on them plastic Sunday dinners.
They all over me.
Lord [G#] have mercy, [C#] now they started laying eggs.
Ten-Four on them hundred [F#]-proof egg yolks.
[C#] You reckon these old snow treads are gonna hang on these slippery [D#] eggs?
I don't [G#] know, but I got a [C#] half dozen flying sunny side up on my hood.
Blue trooper, what's your 20 now?
Come on back.
I'm the four-wheel western omelet that just passed [F#] you.
Come on, wake [C#] our moonrunner.
The fun's over.
Now, boy, we got [D#] 58 [G#] Smokeys, [C#] 36 County Mounties, 12 local yokels, 19 buyers in the air,
22 [G#] meter mage, [C#] 2 ballistic missiles, Richard Petty Kojak, and [F#] 200 [C#] south white rock chickens on your tail, boy.
[D#] Now, you gonna [G#] back that old rig [C#] down or not?
Hey, we too late.
[F#] That old moonrunner [C#] done crossed that Georgia line.
[G#] Oh, Ten [C#]-Four, great [A#] for a Georgia Smokey. _ _ _
[C#] _ _ Ten-Four, back door.
_ We [F#] got this old Kentucky [C#] moonrunner on the side for sure. _
There he was, streaking through the Georgia night, and [D#] _ he done forgot [G#] about that one _ [C#] white night.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] 104 miles over [C#] speed limit.
That old boy's gonna grow old in the pokie.
_ [A#] _ _ [A#] _ _ [D#]
Come [G#] on down for [C#] my Tennessee, _ boys, and we'll do us some _ celebrating.
_ Have us [F] some [F#] fried chicken, _ scrambled [C#] eggs, and some of that _ [G] Kentucky _ moonrunner.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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