Chords for Ray Scott The Prayer
Tempo:
73.675 bpm
Chords used:
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C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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And now ladies and gentlemen, if you'll just bow your heads in prayer, we shall now pray for the governor.
Oh Lord, [F] [Fm] let the governor have a 17 [F]-car accident with a gasoline truck that's been hit by a match wagon
over the Grand Canyon.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, let the [Fm] ambulance that's taken him to the hospital
have four [F] flat tires.
Let the motor crack, let the block burst, let the windshield crack, let the driver have a stroke
and a [Fm] hemorrhage and run into [Bb] a brick wall, oh Lord, that's housing [F] nuclear warheads and TNT, Lord.
And if that's not bad enough for [Fm] the governor, when he get to the hospital, [F] let the doctor be a junkie with a gorilla on his back
and a ranger's tang in his room.
And let the hospital catch on fire, and let the hospital ceiling cave [Bb] in on the operating table.
And let the doctor have a rusty scalpel in [F] his hand, oh Lord, oh Lord.
If that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let him be [Bb] stranded in the Sahara Desert, 10,000 miles of dry [F] sand, eyeballs budging, tongue trolling, lips cracked, crawling on his hands and knees.
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand, frosty fruit juice in that hot desert.
And let them have a black waiter back there, Lord, like they always have.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times.
Let muddy water run in his grave.
And let possums, 14 of them, suffering from hydrophobia, eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly until he will resemble a gorilla, Lord.
And let a sucking hot Chinese mustard line across the railroad track with freight trains, 22 of them running across his kneecaps.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord make him suffer.
And make [C] him [Fm] live in agony.
[F] When he wake up tomorrow morning, oh Lord, let him have nappy [C] hair and be black like me.
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Oh Lord, [F] [Fm] let the governor have a 17 [F]-car accident with a gasoline truck that's been hit by a match wagon
over the Grand Canyon.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, let the [Fm] ambulance that's taken him to the hospital
have four [F] flat tires.
Let the motor crack, let the block burst, let the windshield crack, let the driver have a stroke
and a [Fm] hemorrhage and run into [Bb] a brick wall, oh Lord, that's housing [F] nuclear warheads and TNT, Lord.
And if that's not bad enough for [Fm] the governor, when he get to the hospital, [F] let the doctor be a junkie with a gorilla on his back
and a ranger's tang in his room.
And let the hospital catch on fire, and let the hospital ceiling cave [Bb] in on the operating table.
And let the doctor have a rusty scalpel in [F] his hand, oh Lord, oh Lord.
If that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let him be [Bb] stranded in the Sahara Desert, 10,000 miles of dry [F] sand, eyeballs budging, tongue trolling, lips cracked, crawling on his hands and knees.
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand, frosty fruit juice in that hot desert.
And let them have a black waiter back there, Lord, like they always have.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times.
Let muddy water run in his grave.
And let possums, 14 of them, suffering from hydrophobia, eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly until he will resemble a gorilla, Lord.
And let a sucking hot Chinese mustard line across the railroad track with freight trains, 22 of them running across his kneecaps.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord make him suffer.
And make [C] him [Fm] live in agony.
[F] When he wake up tomorrow morning, oh Lord, let him have nappy [C] hair and be black like me.
[N]
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_ _ _ And now ladies and gentlemen, if you'll just bow your heads in prayer, we shall now pray for the governor. _
_ _ Oh Lord, [F] _ [Fm] let the governor have a 17 [F]-car accident with a gasoline truck that's been hit by a match wagon
over the Grand Canyon.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, let the [Fm] ambulance that's taken him to the hospital
have four [F] flat tires.
Let the motor crack, let the block burst, let the windshield crack, let the driver have a stroke
and a [Fm] hemorrhage and run into [Bb] a brick wall, oh Lord, that's housing [F] nuclear warheads and TNT, Lord.
And if that's not bad enough for [Fm] the governor, when he get to the hospital, _ [F] let the doctor be a junkie with a gorilla on his back
and a ranger's tang in his room.
And let the hospital catch on fire, and let the hospital ceiling cave [Bb] in on the operating table.
And let the doctor have a rusty scalpel in [F] his hand, oh Lord, oh Lord.
_ If that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let him be [Bb] stranded in the Sahara Desert, 10,000 miles of dry [F] sand, eyeballs budging, tongue trolling, lips cracked, crawling on his hands and knees.
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand, frosty fruit juice in that hot desert.
And let them have a black waiter back there, Lord, like they always have.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times.
Let muddy water run in his grave.
And let possums, 14 of them, suffering from hydrophobia, eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly until he will resemble a gorilla, Lord.
And let a sucking hot Chinese mustard line across the railroad track with freight trains, 22 of them running across his kneecaps.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, _ Lord make him suffer.
_ And make [C] him [Fm] live in agony.
_ [F] _ _ _ When he wake up tomorrow morning, oh Lord, let him have nappy [C] hair and be black like me.
[N] _
_ _ Oh Lord, [F] _ [Fm] let the governor have a 17 [F]-car accident with a gasoline truck that's been hit by a match wagon
over the Grand Canyon.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, let the [Fm] ambulance that's taken him to the hospital
have four [F] flat tires.
Let the motor crack, let the block burst, let the windshield crack, let the driver have a stroke
and a [Fm] hemorrhage and run into [Bb] a brick wall, oh Lord, that's housing [F] nuclear warheads and TNT, Lord.
And if that's not bad enough for [Fm] the governor, when he get to the hospital, _ [F] let the doctor be a junkie with a gorilla on his back
and a ranger's tang in his room.
And let the hospital catch on fire, and let the hospital ceiling cave [Bb] in on the operating table.
And let the doctor have a rusty scalpel in [F] his hand, oh Lord, oh Lord.
_ If that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let him be [Bb] stranded in the Sahara Desert, 10,000 miles of dry [F] sand, eyeballs budging, tongue trolling, lips cracked, crawling on his hands and knees.
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand, frosty fruit juice in that hot desert.
And let them have a black waiter back there, Lord, like they always have.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, Lord have mercy.
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times.
Let muddy water run in his grave.
And let possums, 14 of them, suffering from hydrophobia, eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly until he will resemble a gorilla, Lord.
And let a sucking hot Chinese mustard line across the railroad track with freight trains, 22 of them running across his kneecaps.
And if that's not bad enough for the governor, _ Lord make him suffer.
_ And make [C] him [Fm] live in agony.
_ [F] _ _ _ When he wake up tomorrow morning, oh Lord, let him have nappy [C] hair and be black like me.
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