Chords for Ray Stevens - Dudley Dorite: Of The Highway Patrol (Original)

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_ _ _ _ Yeah, they 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 straight guy.
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 ice cold.
He's Dudley Do-Right [G] of the Highway Patrol.
[C] Dudley Do-Right!
_ [A] He'll pull up behind you in that [Am] fast modified car and walk up to you
and hook both thumbs over that black hand-tooled leather pistol belt.
Look [E] down at you from [Am] behind them cool hand-looped men with no eyes, sunglasses, and say,
_ Clocked you back there at 57 and a half miles an hour.
Yeah, Dad, guess you know you're in a [A] heap of trouble, don't you, boy?
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[Em] Hehehehehehe.
_ [A] _ _ _ [F] He rides a big old harlequin, got a Mustang GT,
[C] and a Bell helicopter hidden in the pine trees.
[F] If he catches you for speeding, it's ten years to life.
And [D] if you protest, he takes your first born [G] child to your house. _ _ _ _
I'm gonna let me see your license there, boy.
You do have a license, old boy.
_ _ Just take down that third wallet there for me, boy.
_ Well, looky here.
What have we here?
_ _ [C] I was down in Southland late for a show.
Had to pedal to the metal and a long way to go.
_ [F] Talking on the CB, had my fuzzbuster on.
[C] There was not a soul in sight, so I kept moving along.
_ [G] Look in my mirror, and Lord, bless my soul.
That was [C] the lead do-right of the Highway Patrol.
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Well, looky what we got here.
Mr.
Raymond _ [E] Stevenson.
Oh, he have, he have his own self.
[Am] You want an autograph?
Huh?
Huh?
Not exactly, son.
My wife Ethel is saying to me the other night.
You remember Ethel, don't you, boy?
Ethel, that shameless uzzy.
She was saying to me, she said,
Bubba, [Em] that's right, [Am] name's Bubba.
[E] And I just happened to be the luster potentate
of this here local shrine temple.
[Am] _
Bubba, why do you suppose it is that that Raymond Stevenson
treats us ugly on all his photograph records?
And I said, I don't know.
I turned to my brother Clyde _ and his wife,
a sister birthed by me, and they said they didn't know neither. _ _
About that time, my nephew, Harv Newland, come in.
I said, Harv, have you heard that Raymond Stevenson's
latest meanness on a photograph record?
He looked at me and said, yeah, I did.
_ And Uncle Bubba, how do you suppose it is that that Raymond
Stevenson knew I had a staple on my barber shop?
Well, I guess you just better come on with me, boy.
Old Deputy Coyle's got a bone or two he'd like to pick with you.
His own self.
_ Just everything.
He's a dead burn beautiful right now, isn't he, huh? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] They call him Dudley Do-Right, but that's not his real name.
The toughest highway cop from California to Maine.
He hides back in the bushes [F] where the ladies stray blind.
You take your picture, then he'll catch you in his modified car.
[G] His heart's hard as concrete and his blood is ice cold.
He's [C] Dudley Do-Right of the Highway Patrol.
Dudley Do-Right. _ _
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