Chords for Johnny Paycheck "Colorado Kool-Aid"
Tempo:
91.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
Well, I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
[C] I was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
[D] And we was—what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll [C] set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure is [D] fine.
Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real good [G] times.
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in, some big [C] mean drunk who just
ain't got no friend, sure enough, he [D] wants to fight.
[Am] [D] Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in [G] sight.
Well, he took him a big cold swallow of beer, and he walked over and spit in my Mexican friend's ear.
[C] 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] 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 fella, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] Bent over with a halfway grin, picked it up and handed it back [G] 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.
Then I [G] said, barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
While you're up there, bring this big fella here a box of band-aids.
[C] Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas and decide to stop [D] 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.
He's 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?
[C] How you doing, big man?
Still got your ear [D] there in your hand?
[D] Aw, yeah.
[G]
Well, I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
[C] I was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans.
[D] And we was—what's that you say?
[G] What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll [C] set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure is [D] fine.
Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real good [G] times.
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in, some big [C] mean drunk who just
ain't got no friend, sure enough, he [D] wants to fight.
[Am] [D] Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in [G] sight.
Well, he took him a big cold swallow of beer, and he walked over and spit in my Mexican friend's ear.
[C] 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] 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 fella, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] Bent over with a halfway grin, picked it up and handed it back [G] 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.
Then I [G] said, barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
While you're up there, bring this big fella here a box of band-aids.
[C] Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas and decide to stop [D] 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.
He's 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?
[C] How you doing, big man?
Still got your ear [D] there in your hand?
[D] Aw, yeah.
[G]
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
Well, I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. _
[C] I was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans. _
[D] _ And we _ was—what's that you say? _
[G] What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
_ _ _ Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll [C] set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure is [D] fine.
_ _ Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real good [G] times. _ _ _ _ _ _
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in, _ some big [C] mean drunk who just
ain't got no friend, _ _ sure enough, he [D] wants to fight.
_ [Am] _ _ [D] Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in [G] sight.
_ _ _ _ _ Well, he took him a big cold swallow of beer, and he walked over and spit in my Mexican friend's ear.
[C] _ _ _ 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] _ 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 fella, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] _ _ _ _ But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] _ Bent over with a halfway grin, picked it up and handed it back [G] 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.
_ _ Then I [G] said, barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. _
While you're up there, bring this big fella here a box of band-aids. _
[C] Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas and decide to stop [D] 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.
He's 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? _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ How you doing, big man?
_ Still got your ear [D] there in your hand?
_ _ [D] Aw, yeah. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I was sitting in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. _
[C] I was drinking Colorado Kool-Aid and talking to some Mexicans. _
[D] _ And we _ was—what's that you say? _
[G] What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
_ _ _ Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll [C] set your head on fire and make your kidneys scream.
Oh, it sure is [D] fine.
_ _ Yeah, we was having ourselves one of them real good [G] times. _ _ _ _ _ _
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in, _ some big [C] mean drunk who just
ain't got no friend, _ _ sure enough, he [D] wants to fight.
_ [Am] _ _ [D] Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in [G] sight.
_ _ _ _ _ Well, he took him a big cold swallow of beer, and he walked over and spit in my Mexican friend's ear.
[C] _ _ _ 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] _ 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 fella, he just didn't give a darn.
[C] _ _ _ _ But he was a gentleman about it.
[D] _ Bent over with a halfway grin, picked it up and handed it back [G] 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.
_ _ Then I [G] said, barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. _
While you're up there, bring this big fella here a box of band-aids. _
[C] Now let me tell you, if you're ever riding down in South Texas and decide to stop [D] 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.
He's 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? _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ How you doing, big man?
_ Still got your ear [D] there in your hand?
_ _ [D] Aw, yeah. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _