Chords for Lavender Country - Lavender Country (song)

[C] One last but hold, [F] in your weary sacks of straw.
[G] Time to pay them old [C] PJs for a good well-bagged tray.
Y'all come out, come out, my dear, [F] to plow the country.
[C] All [G] come out, make yourself [C] at home. _ _
It don't matter here, [F] who you love or what you wear.
[G] We don't care who's got what [C] from us all. _
_ Ship them milk and goo, [F] spit out them silver spools.
[G] Get yourself some [C] cantaloupe and a pair of water balloons.
Y'all come out, come out, my [F] dear, to plow the country.
[G] Don't you bother about your [C] sissy ways. _
When you wear your city blouse [F] to the people's [G] outhouse.
Folks will hang around [C] and eat today. _
Oh, y'all come out, come out, my [F] dear, to plow the country.
[G] All come out, make [C] yourself at home. _
_ It don't matter here, [F] who you love or what you wear.
[G] We don't care who's got what [C] from us all.
Here's Mia, see her on one face.
[F] Take a bow, Mia. _
_ [G] _ James Wilson here on [C] keys. _ _
_ Riley Zed here on this mean [F]-ass bill. _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] Best dyke drummer in Texas, even though she's from Brooklyn.
Best dyke drummer [F] in Texas, Sammy, my man, Sammy.
[G] _ _ _ [C] Here's Al. _
Take a bow, Al.
_ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] You _ can make couples you and who like [F] football.
And a good price [G] might tell Estee Lauder to take a [C] hike.
Join the dyke sometimes.
Roll your old hall boots, 69 [F]-boot, lavender country.
[G] That's where pushy women [C] wanna be. _ _
That's where every Sioux and Hannah [F] arrives at Queer Nirvana.
[G] Cause there's lesbians under every [C] bush and tree.
Oh, y'all come out, come out, my dear, [F] to plow the country.
[G] Y'all come out, make yourself [C] at home. _ _
It don't matter here, [F] who you love or what you wear.
[G] We don't care who's got what from [C] the sun and moon. _
James.
_ _ [F] Riley. _ _
[G] _ _ Mia.
[C] _ _ _
Al.
_ _ _ [F] Sammy, Sammy, [G] Sammy, Sammy.
_ _ [C] _ _ We'll get high through the abode of the humming,
stripping [F] down a [G] canning.
A real lawyer chubbing [C] around, scrubbing all the vines.
Y'all come out, come out, my [F] dears, to plow the country.
[G] Snatch it out and give it away [C] dry.
_ Whether you touch it or tangle, when [F] you hear that flag they tangle,
[G] you'll just spread your spangled [C] wings and fly.
_ Oh, y'all come out, come out, my [F] dears, to plow the country.
[G] Y'all come out, make yourself [C] at home.
_ It don't matter here, [F] who you love or what you wear.
[G] We don't care who's got [C] what from the sun.
_ So, y'all come out, come out, my dears, [F] to plow [C] the _ [F]
country.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] God bless St.
Charles of the [N] Sissies.
God bless it. _