Chords for Louisiana Hot Sauce
Tempo:
116.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
Hey!
♪ Little Susanna down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be.
All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna, but she don't want nobody but me.
[C] I'm a lucky fella, cause they all try [G] to tell her, girl you better leave him alone.
[Bb] [G] But none of them can see what she sees in me.
She loves me way down to the bone.
[Gm] [D] She'll sit around and tease them, tell them she can please [C] them, but I know that she's taking me [Bb] home.
Well, well, [G] well, she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
[Gm] She knocks me right down [C] to my knees.
[G] Well, I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to [C] smolder when she pours her loving on [Bb] me.
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[C]
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[G] She's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
[G] I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving [Bb] on me.
Well, well, well, [G] she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of [Gm] my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
I [G] know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving on me.
She's Louisiana [G] hot sauce, Louisiana hot sauce.
[G]
[Gm]
[E] [N]
Hey!
♪ Little Susanna down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be.
All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna, but she don't want nobody but me.
[C] I'm a lucky fella, cause they all try [G] to tell her, girl you better leave him alone.
[Bb] [G] But none of them can see what she sees in me.
She loves me way down to the bone.
[Gm] [D] She'll sit around and tease them, tell them she can please [C] them, but I know that she's taking me [Bb] home.
Well, well, [G] well, she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
[Gm] She knocks me right down [C] to my knees.
[G] Well, I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to [C] smolder when she pours her loving on [Bb] me.
[G]
[C]
[D]
[C] [C]
[G] She's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
[G] I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving [Bb] on me.
Well, well, well, [G] she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of [Gm] my mind.
[C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
I [G] know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
[D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving on me.
She's Louisiana [G] hot sauce, Louisiana hot sauce.
[G]
[Gm]
[E] [N]
Key:
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C
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Bb
Gm
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C
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_ Hey!
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_ _ _ _ Little Susanna down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be.
_ _ All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna, but she don't want nobody but me.
_ _ [C] I'm a lucky fella, cause they all try [G] to tell her, girl you better leave him alone.
_ [Bb] [G] But none of them can see what she sees in me.
She loves me way down to the bone.
_ [Gm] _ [D] She'll sit around and tease them, tell them she can please [C] them, but I know that she's taking me [Bb] home.
Well, well, [G] well, she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
_ _ _ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
_ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
[Gm] She knocks me right down [C] to my knees.
_ [G] Well, I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ _ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to [C] smolder when she pours her loving on [Bb] me.
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_ _ [G] She's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
_ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
_ _ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
_ [G] I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving [Bb] on me.
Well, well, well, [G] she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine. _
_ _ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of [Gm] my mind.
_ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
I [G] know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving on me.
She's Louisiana [G] hot sauce, _ _ _ Louisiana hot sauce. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey!
_ _ _ ♪ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Little Susanna down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be.
_ _ All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna, but she don't want nobody but me.
_ _ [C] I'm a lucky fella, cause they all try [G] to tell her, girl you better leave him alone.
_ [Bb] [G] But none of them can see what she sees in me.
She loves me way down to the bone.
_ [Gm] _ [D] She'll sit around and tease them, tell them she can please [C] them, but I know that she's taking me [Bb] home.
Well, well, [G] well, she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
_ _ _ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
_ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
[Gm] She knocks me right down [C] to my knees.
_ [G] Well, I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ _ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to [C] smolder when she pours her loving on [Bb] me.
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_ _ [G] She's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine.
_ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of my mind.
_ _ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
_ [G] I know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving [Bb] on me.
Well, well, well, [G] she's Louisiana hot sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine. _
_ _ She's looking good as I've seen, scrolling in her tight jeans, driving me out of [Gm] my mind.
_ [C] Believe me, there's no other that comes in up her burgle.
She knocks me right down to my knees.
I [G] know I could never have it any better.
She spins me like a washing machine.
_ [D] And every time I hold her, man, I start to smolder [C] when she pours her loving on me.
She's Louisiana [G] hot sauce, _ _ _ Louisiana hot sauce. _ _
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