Chords for Colorado Cool-Aid
Tempo:
91.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Bm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [Bm]
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
[Bm]
[C] We was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
[D]
And we was
what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado [D] Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
[C] It'll set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure [D] is fine.
Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real [G] good times.
[D] [G]
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
some [C] big mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
sure enough, [D] he wants to fight.
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything [G] in sight.
[D] Well, [G] he took him a big cold [D] swallow of beer,
and [G] he walked over and [Dm] spit in my Mexican [C] friend's ear.
Sure enough, that made my buddy real mad.
[D]
That's something like he ain't never had.
[G]
Well, sir, he pulled out a big long switchblade knife.
Quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
[C]
And that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
[D]
looking down at the floor in one of his ears.
[G]
Ha, he cut that thing off even with a sideburn.
You might say the little Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C]
But he was a gentleman about it.
[D]
He bent over and with a halfway grin,
picked it up and handed it [G] back to him.
He said, Now, big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer,
just open up your hand there [C] and spit it in your own ear.
Won't be no trouble that way.
[D]
That's what I heard him say.
[D] Then [G] I said, Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
While you're up there, bring this big fellow here a box of Band-Aids.
[C]
Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas,
and decide to [D] stop and drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
and maybe talk to some Mexicans,
and [G] you get the urge to get a little tough,
better make damn sure you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C]
I said, ain't that right, big man?
Aw, [D] hell, he can't hear.
Not on this side, anyway.
He ain't got no ear.
[G]
Hey, Barmaid, bring us all a big tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?
[Bm] [C]
How you doing, big man?
Still got your [D] ear there in your hand?
[G]
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
[Bm]
[C] We was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
[D]
And we was
what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado [D] Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
[C] It'll set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure [D] is fine.
Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real [G] good times.
[D] [G]
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
some [C] big mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
sure enough, [D] he wants to fight.
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything [G] in sight.
[D] Well, [G] he took him a big cold [D] swallow of beer,
and [G] he walked over and [Dm] spit in my Mexican [C] friend's ear.
Sure enough, that made my buddy real mad.
[D]
That's something like he ain't never had.
[G]
Well, sir, he pulled out a big long switchblade knife.
Quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
[C]
And that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
[D]
looking down at the floor in one of his ears.
[G]
Ha, he cut that thing off even with a sideburn.
You might say the little Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C]
But he was a gentleman about it.
[D]
He bent over and with a halfway grin,
picked it up and handed it [G] back to him.
He said, Now, big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer,
just open up your hand there [C] and spit it in your own ear.
Won't be no trouble that way.
[D]
That's what I heard him say.
[D] Then [G] I said, Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
While you're up there, bring this big fellow here a box of Band-Aids.
[C]
Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas,
and decide to [D] stop and drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
and maybe talk to some Mexicans,
and [G] you get the urge to get a little tough,
better make damn sure you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C]
I said, ain't that right, big man?
Aw, [D] hell, he can't hear.
Not on this side, anyway.
He ain't got no ear.
[G]
Hey, Barmaid, bring us all a big tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?
[Bm] [C]
How you doing, big man?
Still got your [D] ear there in your hand?
[G]
Key:
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Dm
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm]
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
_ [Bm] _
[C] We was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
_ [D] _
And we was_
what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado [D] Kool-Aid?
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
_ [C] It'll set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
_ Oh, it sure [D] is fine.
_ _ Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real [G] good times.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
some [C] big mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
_ _ sure enough, [D] he wants to fight.
_ _ Yeah, he's gonna whip everything [G] in sight.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ Well, [G] he took him a big cold [D] swallow of beer,
and [G] he walked over and [Dm] spit in my Mexican [C] friend's ear.
_ _ Sure enough, that made my buddy real mad.
[D] _
That's something like he ain't never had.
_ _ [G] _
_ Well, sir, he pulled out a big long switchblade knife.
Quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
[C] _
And that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
[D] _
looking down at the floor in one of his ears.
_ [G] _
_ Ha, he cut that thing off even with a sideburn. _
_ You might say the little Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] _
_ _ _ But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] _
He bent over and with a halfway grin,
picked it up and handed it [G] back to him.
_ _ _ He said, Now, big man, _ you get the urge to spit a little beer,
_ just open up your hand there [C] and spit it in your own ear.
Won't be no trouble that way.
_ [D] _
That's what I heard him say.
_ [D] _ Then [G] I said, Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. _ _
While you're up there, bring this big fellow here a box of Band-Aids.
_ _ [C]
Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas,
and decide to [D] stop and drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
and maybe talk to some Mexicans,
and [G] you get the urge to get a little tough,
better make damn sure you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
_ _ _ Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C] _
_ I said, ain't that right, big man?
Aw, [D] hell, he can't hear.
Not on this side, anyway.
He ain't got no ear.
_ [G] _
_ Hey, Barmaid, bring us all a big tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [C] _
_ How you doing, big man?
_ Still got your [D] ear there in your hand?
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
_ [Bm] _
[C] We was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
_ [D] _
And we was_
what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado [D] Kool-Aid?
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
_ [C] It'll set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
_ Oh, it sure [D] is fine.
_ _ Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real [G] good times.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
some [C] big mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
_ _ sure enough, [D] he wants to fight.
_ _ Yeah, he's gonna whip everything [G] in sight.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ Well, [G] he took him a big cold [D] swallow of beer,
and [G] he walked over and [Dm] spit in my Mexican [C] friend's ear.
_ _ Sure enough, that made my buddy real mad.
[D] _
That's something like he ain't never had.
_ _ [G] _
_ Well, sir, he pulled out a big long switchblade knife.
Quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
[C] _
And that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
[D] _
looking down at the floor in one of his ears.
_ [G] _
_ Ha, he cut that thing off even with a sideburn. _
_ You might say the little Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] _
_ _ _ But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] _
He bent over and with a halfway grin,
picked it up and handed it [G] back to him.
_ _ _ He said, Now, big man, _ you get the urge to spit a little beer,
_ just open up your hand there [C] and spit it in your own ear.
Won't be no trouble that way.
_ [D] _
That's what I heard him say.
_ [D] _ Then [G] I said, Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. _ _
While you're up there, bring this big fellow here a box of Band-Aids.
_ _ [C]
Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas,
and decide to [D] stop and drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
and maybe talk to some Mexicans,
and [G] you get the urge to get a little tough,
better make damn sure you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
_ _ _ Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C] _
_ I said, ain't that right, big man?
Aw, [D] hell, he can't hear.
Not on this side, anyway.
He ain't got no ear.
_ [G] _
_ Hey, Barmaid, bring us all a big tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [C] _
_ How you doing, big man?
_ Still got your [D] ear there in your hand?
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _