Colorado Kool-Aid Chords by Red Sovine
Tempo:
100.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Cm]
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas, been drinking [C] Colorado Kool-Aid and
talking to some Mexicans.
And we [F#] was, [D] uh, what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of coolers, brewed from a [C] mountain [F#] stream.
[G] I ain't gonna set your head
on fire and make you kidney strain.
Oh, it sure [C] is fine.
Yeah, and we was having ourselves
what you call [D] one of them real good times.
But you know, every beer joint [G] that you've
ever been in, some big mean drunk who just ain't got no friends, sure enough, wants to
fight.
Yeah, he gonna whoop everything [C] in sight.
Well, sir, he took him a big cold swaller
of [D] beer and he walked over and spit it in my Mexican friend's ear.
Well, [G] now, sure enough,
that made my buddy real mad, because that's [C] something like he ain't [Bm] never had.
[G] Well, sir,
he pulled out a big long [C] switchblade knife and quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
That big [D] mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears, looking down at the floor at one
of [G] his ears.
Well, he cut that thing off [A] even with the sideburn.
[G] Now, you might say that
that little old Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about
it.
He bent over with a [Fm] halfway [D] grin, picked it up and handed it back to him.
And he said,
now, big man, [G] you get the urge to spit a little beer, just open up your hand there and spit
it in your own [C] ear.
[F#] Won't [G] be no trouble that way.
That's what I heard him say.
And I said,
barmaid, [C] set us up a round of that tall orata kool-aid.
And while you're up [F] there, [D] bring
this fellow a box of band-aids.
Now, let me tell [G] you, if you're ever riding down in South
[C] [F#]
[G] Texas and you decide to stop and drink some colorado kool-aid and maybe talk to some [C] Mexicans,
and you get the urge to get a little tough, let me tell you, [D] you better make damn sure
you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
[G] Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C] I said, [F#] ain't that [G] right,
big man?
Oh, hell, he [A] can't hear, [G] not on this [C] side anyway.
He ain't got no ears.
Hey, barmaid,
bring us a big [D] glass of that colorado kool-aid.
[F#] How about it?
How you doing, big [G] man?
You
still got your ear in your hand?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He, lordy.
[C]
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas, been drinking [C] Colorado Kool-Aid and
talking to some Mexicans.
And we [F#] was, [D] uh, what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of coolers, brewed from a [C] mountain [F#] stream.
[G] I ain't gonna set your head
on fire and make you kidney strain.
Oh, it sure [C] is fine.
Yeah, and we was having ourselves
what you call [D] one of them real good times.
But you know, every beer joint [G] that you've
ever been in, some big mean drunk who just ain't got no friends, sure enough, wants to
fight.
Yeah, he gonna whoop everything [C] in sight.
Well, sir, he took him a big cold swaller
of [D] beer and he walked over and spit it in my Mexican friend's ear.
Well, [G] now, sure enough,
that made my buddy real mad, because that's [C] something like he ain't [Bm] never had.
[G] Well, sir,
he pulled out a big long [C] switchblade knife and quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
That big [D] mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears, looking down at the floor at one
of [G] his ears.
Well, he cut that thing off [A] even with the sideburn.
[G] Now, you might say that
that little old Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about
it.
He bent over with a [Fm] halfway [D] grin, picked it up and handed it back to him.
And he said,
now, big man, [G] you get the urge to spit a little beer, just open up your hand there and spit
it in your own [C] ear.
[F#] Won't [G] be no trouble that way.
That's what I heard him say.
And I said,
barmaid, [C] set us up a round of that tall orata kool-aid.
And while you're up [F] there, [D] bring
this fellow a box of band-aids.
Now, let me tell [G] you, if you're ever riding down in South
[C] [F#]
[G] Texas and you decide to stop and drink some colorado kool-aid and maybe talk to some [C] Mexicans,
and you get the urge to get a little tough, let me tell you, [D] you better make damn sure
you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
[G] Hey, ain't that right, big man?
[C] I said, [F#] ain't that [G] right,
big man?
Oh, hell, he [A] can't hear, [G] not on this [C] side anyway.
He ain't got no ears.
Hey, barmaid,
bring us a big [D] glass of that colorado kool-aid.
[F#] How about it?
How you doing, big [G] man?
You
still got your ear in your hand?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He, lordy.
[C]
Key:
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C
D
F#
A
G
C
D
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas, _ been drinking [C] Colorado Kool-Aid and
talking to some Mexicans.
And we [F#] was, [D] uh, what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of coolers, brewed from a [C] mountain [F#] stream.
[G] I ain't gonna set your head
on fire and make you kidney strain.
Oh, it sure [C] is fine.
_ Yeah, and we was having ourselves
what you call [D] one of them real good times.
_ But you know, every beer joint [G] that you've
ever been in, some big mean drunk who just ain't got no friends, sure enough, wants to
fight.
Yeah, he gonna whoop everything [C] in sight.
Well, sir, he took him a big cold swaller
of [D] beer and he walked over and spit it in my Mexican friend's ear.
Well, [G] now, sure enough,
that made my buddy real mad, because that's [C] something like he ain't [Bm] never had.
[G] _ Well, sir,
he pulled out a big long [C] switchblade knife and quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
That big [D] mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears, looking down at the floor at one
of [G] his ears.
_ Well, he cut that thing off [A] even with the sideburn.
[G] Now, you might say that
that little old Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about
it.
He bent over with a [Fm] halfway [D] grin, picked it up and handed it back to him.
And he said,
now, big man, [G] you get the urge to spit a little beer, just open up your hand there and spit
it in your own [C] ear.
[F#] Won't [G] be no trouble that way.
That's what I heard him say.
And I said,
barmaid, [C] set us up a round of that tall orata kool-aid.
And while you're up [F] there, [D] bring
this fellow a box of band-aids.
Now, let me tell [G] you, if you're ever riding down in South
_ [C] _ [F#]
[G] Texas and you decide to stop and drink some colorado kool-aid and maybe talk to some [C] Mexicans,
and you get the urge to get a little tough, let me tell you, [D] you better make damn sure
you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
[G] Hey, ain't that right, big man?
_ [C] I said, [F#] ain't that [G] right,
big man?
Oh, hell, he [A] can't hear, [G] not on this [C] side anyway.
He ain't got no ears.
Hey, barmaid,
bring us a big [D] glass of that colorado kool-aid.
[F#] How about it?
How you doing, big [G] man?
You
still got your ear in your hand?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. _
He, lordy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas, _ been drinking [C] Colorado Kool-Aid and
talking to some Mexicans.
And we [F#] was, [D] uh, what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
[G] Well, it's a can of coolers, brewed from a [C] mountain [F#] stream.
[G] I ain't gonna set your head
on fire and make you kidney strain.
Oh, it sure [C] is fine.
_ Yeah, and we was having ourselves
what you call [D] one of them real good times.
_ But you know, every beer joint [G] that you've
ever been in, some big mean drunk who just ain't got no friends, sure enough, wants to
fight.
Yeah, he gonna whoop everything [C] in sight.
Well, sir, he took him a big cold swaller
of [D] beer and he walked over and spit it in my Mexican friend's ear.
Well, [G] now, sure enough,
that made my buddy real mad, because that's [C] something like he ain't [Bm] never had.
[G] _ Well, sir,
he pulled out a big long [C] switchblade knife and quick as a whistle, he began to slice.
That big [D] mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears, looking down at the floor at one
of [G] his ears.
_ Well, he cut that thing off [A] even with the sideburn.
[G] Now, you might say that
that little old Mexican fellow, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about
it.
He bent over with a [Fm] halfway [D] grin, picked it up and handed it back to him.
And he said,
now, big man, [G] you get the urge to spit a little beer, just open up your hand there and spit
it in your own [C] ear.
[F#] Won't [G] be no trouble that way.
That's what I heard him say.
And I said,
barmaid, [C] set us up a round of that tall orata kool-aid.
And while you're up [F] there, [D] bring
this fellow a box of band-aids.
Now, let me tell [G] you, if you're ever riding down in South
_ [C] _ [F#]
[G] Texas and you decide to stop and drink some colorado kool-aid and maybe talk to some [C] Mexicans,
and you get the urge to get a little tough, let me tell you, [D] you better make damn sure
you got your knife-proof earmuffs.
[G] Hey, ain't that right, big man?
_ [C] I said, [F#] ain't that [G] right,
big man?
Oh, hell, he [A] can't hear, [G] not on this [C] side anyway.
He ain't got no ears.
Hey, barmaid,
bring us a big [D] glass of that colorado kool-aid.
[F#] How about it?
How you doing, big [G] man?
You
still got your ear in your hand?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. _
He, lordy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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