Chords for Ray Stevens - "Dudley Dorite (Of The Highway Patrol)" (Music Video) [from Get Serious]

[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ We call him Dudley Do-Right, but that's not his real name.
The toughest highway cop from California to Maine.
[F] He hides back in the bushes with the latest radar.
[Cm]
Take your [C] picture, then he'll catch you in his modified [F#] car.
[G] His heart's hard as concrete, and his blood is ice cold.
He's [C] Dudley Do-Right of the Highway Patrol.
_ _ [Am] _
_ _ He'll pull up behind you in that fast modified car
and walk up to you and hook both thumbs on that black hand-tooled leather pistol belt
and look down at you from behind them cool hand-lubed men with no eyes, sunglasses, and say, _
Clucked you black-carpet-fetched settlement-hike mauls-eyer?
Yeah, then, guess you know you in a heap of trouble, don't you, boy?
He-he-he-he-he-he.
[F] He rides a [C] big ol' Harley, [F] got a Mustang GT,
[D]
[C] and a Dale helicopter hidden in the pine trees.
[F] If he catches you for speeding, it's ten years to life.
[C#] And if [D] you protest, he'll take your firstborn [G] child, your house, and your wife.
_ [D] Oh, let me [G] see your license there, [D] boy.
You do have a license on you, boy.
You [G] want to just take it out of that there wallet for me, boy?
[D] Yeah, [G] well, lookie here.
[F#]
[D] What have we here?
[G] He-he-he-he-he.
[C] I was down in the Southland, made for a show.
[B]
[C] Had to pedal through the middle and a long way to go. _
[F] Talking on the CB had my foots busted [D] wrong.
[C] There was not a soul in sight, so I kept moving along.
[G] Then I looked in [D] my mirror, [G] and, Lord, bless [D] my soul,
that was [C] Dudley, two-rider of the Highway Patrol. _ _ _
[Am] Well, _ lookie what we got here.
Mr.
Raymond Stevenson.
Oh, he have the air of his own self.
You want an autograph, huh?
Not exactly, son.
My wife Ethel, uh, you do remember Ethel, don't you, boy?
That shameless husband.
Yeah, she was saying to me the other night, she said, Bubba?
That's right, name's Bubba.
And I just happened to be the lust of potentate of this here local shrine temple.
She said, Bubba, why do you suppose it is that that Raymond Stevenson treats us so ugly on all his phonograph records?
And I said, I don't know.
And I turned to my brother Clyde and his wife, uh, Sister Bertha,
and they say they didn't know neither.
He-he-he.
And about that time, my nephew Harve Newland come in, and I said,
Harve, have you heard that Raymond Stevenson's latest meaning on the phonograph record?
And he looked up at me and said, yeah, I did.
And Uncle Bubba, how do you suppose it is that that Raymond Stevenson knew I had a steeple on my barber shop?
Well, I guess you just better come along with me, boy.
Old Deputy Coy has got a bone or two he'd like to pick with you, his own self.
Guess everything ain't so dad-burn beautiful right now, is it, huh?
Ha-ha-ha. _
[C] Well, they call him Dudley Do-right, but that's not his real [B] name.
[C] The toughest highway cop from California to Maine.
[F] He hides back in the bushes with the latest radar.
[Cm] He'll [C] take your picture, then he'll catch you in his modified car.
[G] His heart's hard as concrete, and his blood is [D] ice cold.
He's [C] Dudley Do-right of the Highway Patrol.
Dudley Do-right!
_ It's really him.
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