Chords for Ray Stevens - Joggin

_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ [E] Well, I wake up [Bm] every morning for the crack of dawn,
_ slip into my Nikes [E] and my sweats and I'm gone [A] jogging.
[E] _ _
[G] I got jogging on the brain.
[Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ Heatwave, sweet [A] hail, a hurricane.
I'm [G] out pounding down the pavement, I'm [B] a fool for pain.
_ [E] [B] Jogging.
Jogging.
_ _ Yeah, I'm jogging.
Jogging.
_ _ Well, I've [A] been galled between the thighs by my velveteen toes.
I've been [E] bit right on the [Bm] buns by them Doberman dogs.
I've [A] had severe inflammation of my Achilles heel.
[F#] Is this the way a healthy [B] person's supposed to feel?
I [E] got muscle [B] cramps, I got runner's knee,
but no amount of suffering [Em] will ever stop me [G#] _ [A] jogging. _
[G] I got jogging [E] on the brain.
[B] _
[E] Uh-huh.
_ [A] _ [B] _ Heatwave, sweet [A] hail, a hurricane.
[G] I'm out pounding down the pavement, [B] I'm a fool for pain.
[E] Jogging.
[B]
Jogging.
_ _ _ _ Jogging.
Jogging.
_ _ I [A] got more wrestling [E] patches [A] for running in the dark.
I [E] got a little can of mace for the muggers in the park.
[A] I've been busted and cussed at by people in their cars.
I've [F#] been closed and blind [B] in people's [E] backyards. _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] Jogging.
[B] _
_ _ _ _ Jogging. _ _
_ _ _ Jogging.
Well, I [A] got hundred dollar shoes and fifty [E] dollar shorts.
A Walkman, headbands, devices of all [C] sorts.
[A] A jogger's watch, I read the runner's magazine.
I [F#] eat fruit, bran, fiber, [B] and frozen leaf.
[E] I've tried handball, racquetball, tennis, and golf, but they don't move me.
I only get off [A] on jogging.
[E] _
[G] I got jogging on [E] the brain.
[B] _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ [B] _ Heatwave, sweet hail, [A] a hurricane.
I'm [G] out pounding down the pavement, I'm [B] a fool for pain.
[E] _ [G#] [B] Jogging. _
_ _ _ Yeah, I'm [G#] jogging. _ _
[Em] _ Yeah, I'm feeling good [C#m] now.
I [Bm] bet you I can do twenty [B]-seven miles a day.
Uh-oh, is that a black dog peeping around the corner of that house at me?
God [E] damn it, I told [G] you to put a chain on this boy.
[E] I'm gonna have to call the pound again.
Oh, Lord, [B] here he comes. _
_ _ He was [E] down boy.
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
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