Chords for Ray Stevens - People's Court
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Hello Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] I'm Darridge's up against the wall, won't get on TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's [C] court.
[C] Hello, is this Judge Walton or people's court?
This here's Arlo Drucker, the Barlow's one-stop gas station.
Beer, ice, bread, milk, many more than all-night videotape rental.
Judge, what we got here is a marriage that's a regular catastrophe.
That's right, me and my wife Myrna Louise, who I once passionately loved,
now find that life has dealt us a cruel blow.
Yes, as we have matured, our tastes have changed,
and we've grown apart intellectually, philosophically, politically,
and our recreation and culinary interests now follow along parallel lines
that shall never again intersect.
What I mean, Judge, is that I can't stand that woman.
Incompatible?
No, I just hate her guts.
In fact, the only thing we can agree on is to get on your program and fight this thing out.
Now, Myrna Louise's mama has even knitted us his and hers matching triple-knit leisure suits for the occasion.
[A] The litigants are [C] entering the courtroom.
The plaintiff, Arlo Druckert, and the defendant, his wife, [E] Myrna Louise.
Mr.
[Db] Druckert is filing for divorce on the grounds that Myrna Louise
has become an [F] aerobics and health food nut who [Ab] no longer shares his [Fm] life's interests
of watching TV, eating large [C] quantities of junk food, and [Gbm] carp fishing.
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that beef and scoat.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our marriage is up against the wall, we want to get on the TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that beef and [C] scoat.
[G] The judge has reviewed the case in his chambers and is about [Bb] to speak.
[C] I know you've been sworn and I've read your complaint.
I've spent several hours going over the files that you've both presented and find this hard to believe.
Myrna Louise, is it true that you suddenly stopped preparing a breakfast of ham, eggs, grits, biscuits,
and cream gravy for Arlo after having done so for six years and insist that he now eat a bowl of spinach crispies
sprinkled with wheat germ and topped with kumquat yogurt?
I just wanted to be healthy, Your Honor.
And Arlo, is it true that without Myrna Louise's knowledge or consent,
you emptied out the entire contents of your ant colony into her best pair of one-size-fits-all pantyhose
that you used as workout leotards?
Yeah, I did, Judge.
I thought if she wanted to do them aerobic exercises,
I'd really have to get them pudgy little legs off the ground.
You should have seen the judge trying to get them bangs off.
Made Jane finally look like Roy Orbison.
I mean, them little farangs will teach me some moves.
[A] [C] Dismissed!
The People's [Eb] Court rules in favor of Myrna Louise.
The litigants are [G] now leaving the courtroom.
[E] Here comes Myrna Louise.
[G] You must be pretty happy.
[F] The judge ruled in your favor and gave you everything.
I just [Ab] appreciate that, Judge Walker, [A] so much.
I've been thinking this over, [Gb] however, and I do want [Ebm] to be first.
While they ain't a bit addicted bone in my aerobic-conditioned, quivering, fat, rabid spot,
I'm gonna let Arlo keep his ant colony in a styrofoam mender bucket.
And here comes Arlo, our disillusioned convenience store owner.
I'm still pretty dad-burned disillusioned, to tell you that.
I married to Myrna Louise with my fourth, and I ain't come out of her one of them.
I've decided I ain't gonna get married again.
No, sir, I'm just gonna go out every three or four years,
find a woman I hate, and buy her a house.
But even though I lost, I still recommend all you folks with problems call up the judge and [Bm] say,
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
I said, Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
Come on, come on, come on, Judge, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you know you're the court of [G] love against the wall.
[F] Hello Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] I'm Darridge's up against the wall, won't get on TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's [C] court.
[C] Hello, is this Judge Walton or people's court?
This here's Arlo Drucker, the Barlow's one-stop gas station.
Beer, ice, bread, milk, many more than all-night videotape rental.
Judge, what we got here is a marriage that's a regular catastrophe.
That's right, me and my wife Myrna Louise, who I once passionately loved,
now find that life has dealt us a cruel blow.
Yes, as we have matured, our tastes have changed,
and we've grown apart intellectually, philosophically, politically,
and our recreation and culinary interests now follow along parallel lines
that shall never again intersect.
What I mean, Judge, is that I can't stand that woman.
Incompatible?
No, I just hate her guts.
In fact, the only thing we can agree on is to get on your program and fight this thing out.
Now, Myrna Louise's mama has even knitted us his and hers matching triple-knit leisure suits for the occasion.
[A] The litigants are [C] entering the courtroom.
The plaintiff, Arlo Druckert, and the defendant, his wife, [E] Myrna Louise.
Mr.
[Db] Druckert is filing for divorce on the grounds that Myrna Louise
has become an [F] aerobics and health food nut who [Ab] no longer shares his [Fm] life's interests
of watching TV, eating large [C] quantities of junk food, and [Gbm] carp fishing.
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that beef and scoat.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our marriage is up against the wall, we want to get on the TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that beef and [C] scoat.
[G] The judge has reviewed the case in his chambers and is about [Bb] to speak.
[C] I know you've been sworn and I've read your complaint.
I've spent several hours going over the files that you've both presented and find this hard to believe.
Myrna Louise, is it true that you suddenly stopped preparing a breakfast of ham, eggs, grits, biscuits,
and cream gravy for Arlo after having done so for six years and insist that he now eat a bowl of spinach crispies
sprinkled with wheat germ and topped with kumquat yogurt?
I just wanted to be healthy, Your Honor.
And Arlo, is it true that without Myrna Louise's knowledge or consent,
you emptied out the entire contents of your ant colony into her best pair of one-size-fits-all pantyhose
that you used as workout leotards?
Yeah, I did, Judge.
I thought if she wanted to do them aerobic exercises,
I'd really have to get them pudgy little legs off the ground.
You should have seen the judge trying to get them bangs off.
Made Jane finally look like Roy Orbison.
I mean, them little farangs will teach me some moves.
[A] [C] Dismissed!
The People's [Eb] Court rules in favor of Myrna Louise.
The litigants are [G] now leaving the courtroom.
[E] Here comes Myrna Louise.
[G] You must be pretty happy.
[F] The judge ruled in your favor and gave you everything.
I just [Ab] appreciate that, Judge Walker, [A] so much.
I've been thinking this over, [Gb] however, and I do want [Ebm] to be first.
While they ain't a bit addicted bone in my aerobic-conditioned, quivering, fat, rabid spot,
I'm gonna let Arlo keep his ant colony in a styrofoam mender bucket.
And here comes Arlo, our disillusioned convenience store owner.
I'm still pretty dad-burned disillusioned, to tell you that.
I married to Myrna Louise with my fourth, and I ain't come out of her one of them.
I've decided I ain't gonna get married again.
No, sir, I'm just gonna go out every three or four years,
find a woman I hate, and buy her a house.
But even though I lost, I still recommend all you folks with problems call up the judge and [Bm] say,
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
I said, Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
Come on, come on, come on, Judge, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you know you're the court of [G] love against the wall.
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_ _ _ _ Hello Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ [F] Hello Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] I'm Darridge's up against the wall, won't get on TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's [C] court.
_ _ [C] Hello, is this Judge Walton or people's court?
This here's Arlo Drucker, the Barlow's one-stop gas station.
Beer, ice, bread, milk, many more than all-night videotape rental.
Judge, what we got here is a marriage that's a regular catastrophe.
That's right, me and my wife Myrna Louise, who I once passionately loved,
now find that life has dealt us a cruel blow.
Yes, as we have matured, our tastes have changed,
and we've grown apart intellectually, philosophically, politically,
and our recreation and culinary interests now follow along parallel lines
that shall never again intersect.
What I mean, Judge, is that I can't stand that woman.
Incompatible?
No, I just hate her guts.
In fact, the only thing we can agree on is to get on your program and fight this thing out.
Now, Myrna Louise's mama has even knitted us his and hers matching triple-knit leisure suits for the occasion.
_ [A] The litigants are [C] entering the courtroom.
The plaintiff, Arlo Druckert, and the defendant, his wife, [E] Myrna Louise.
Mr.
[Db] Druckert is filing for divorce on the grounds that Myrna Louise
has become an [F] aerobics and health food nut who [Ab] no longer shares his [Fm] life's interests
of watching TV, eating large [C] quantities of junk food, and [Gbm] carp fishing.
_ _ _ _ [C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that beef and scoat.
_ [F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our marriage is up against the wall, we want to get on the TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that beef and [C] scoat.
_ [G] The judge has reviewed the case in his chambers and is about [Bb] to speak.
_ [C] _ _ I know you've been sworn and I've read your complaint.
I've spent several hours going over the files that you've both presented and find this hard to believe.
Myrna Louise, is it true that you suddenly stopped preparing a breakfast of ham, eggs, grits, biscuits,
and cream gravy for Arlo after having done so for six years and insist that he now eat a bowl of spinach crispies
sprinkled with wheat germ and topped with kumquat yogurt?
I just wanted to be healthy, Your Honor.
And Arlo, is it true that without Myrna Louise's knowledge or consent,
you emptied out the entire contents of your ant colony into her best pair of one-size-fits-all pantyhose
that you used as workout leotards?
Yeah, I did, Judge.
I thought if she wanted to do them aerobic exercises,
I'd really have to get them pudgy little legs off the ground.
You should have seen the judge trying to get them bangs off.
Made Jane finally look like Roy Orbison.
I mean, them little farangs will teach me some moves.
_ [A] _ [C] Dismissed!
The People's [Eb] Court rules in favor of Myrna Louise.
The litigants are [G] now leaving the courtroom.
[E] Here comes Myrna Louise.
[G] You must be pretty happy.
[F] The judge ruled in your favor and gave you everything.
I just [Ab] appreciate that, Judge Walker, [A] so much.
I've been thinking this over, [Gb] however, and I do want [Ebm] to be first.
While they ain't a bit addicted bone in my aerobic-conditioned, quivering, fat, rabid spot,
I'm gonna let Arlo keep his ant colony in a styrofoam mender bucket.
And here comes Arlo, our disillusioned convenience store owner.
I'm still pretty dad-burned disillusioned, to tell you that.
I married to Myrna Louise with my fourth, and I ain't come out of her one of them.
I've decided I ain't gonna get married again.
No, sir, I'm just gonna go out every three or four years,
find a woman I hate, and buy her a house.
But even though I lost, I still recommend all you folks with problems call up the judge and [Bm] say,
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ [F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ I said, Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
Come on, come on, come on, Judge, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you know you're the court of _ [G] _ love against the wall.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Hello Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ [F] Hello Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] I'm Darridge's up against the wall, won't get on TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's [C] court.
_ _ [C] Hello, is this Judge Walton or people's court?
This here's Arlo Drucker, the Barlow's one-stop gas station.
Beer, ice, bread, milk, many more than all-night videotape rental.
Judge, what we got here is a marriage that's a regular catastrophe.
That's right, me and my wife Myrna Louise, who I once passionately loved,
now find that life has dealt us a cruel blow.
Yes, as we have matured, our tastes have changed,
and we've grown apart intellectually, philosophically, politically,
and our recreation and culinary interests now follow along parallel lines
that shall never again intersect.
What I mean, Judge, is that I can't stand that woman.
Incompatible?
No, I just hate her guts.
In fact, the only thing we can agree on is to get on your program and fight this thing out.
Now, Myrna Louise's mama has even knitted us his and hers matching triple-knit leisure suits for the occasion.
_ [A] The litigants are [C] entering the courtroom.
The plaintiff, Arlo Druckert, and the defendant, his wife, [E] Myrna Louise.
Mr.
[Db] Druckert is filing for divorce on the grounds that Myrna Louise
has become an [F] aerobics and health food nut who [Ab] no longer shares his [Fm] life's interests
of watching TV, eating large [C] quantities of junk food, and [Gbm] carp fishing.
_ _ _ _ [C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that beef and scoat.
_ [F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our marriage is up against the wall, we want to get on the TV and tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that beef and [C] scoat.
_ [G] The judge has reviewed the case in his chambers and is about [Bb] to speak.
_ [C] _ _ I know you've been sworn and I've read your complaint.
I've spent several hours going over the files that you've both presented and find this hard to believe.
Myrna Louise, is it true that you suddenly stopped preparing a breakfast of ham, eggs, grits, biscuits,
and cream gravy for Arlo after having done so for six years and insist that he now eat a bowl of spinach crispies
sprinkled with wheat germ and topped with kumquat yogurt?
I just wanted to be healthy, Your Honor.
And Arlo, is it true that without Myrna Louise's knowledge or consent,
you emptied out the entire contents of your ant colony into her best pair of one-size-fits-all pantyhose
that you used as workout leotards?
Yeah, I did, Judge.
I thought if she wanted to do them aerobic exercises,
I'd really have to get them pudgy little legs off the ground.
You should have seen the judge trying to get them bangs off.
Made Jane finally look like Roy Orbison.
I mean, them little farangs will teach me some moves.
_ [A] _ [C] Dismissed!
The People's [Eb] Court rules in favor of Myrna Louise.
The litigants are [G] now leaving the courtroom.
[E] Here comes Myrna Louise.
[G] You must be pretty happy.
[F] The judge ruled in your favor and gave you everything.
I just [Ab] appreciate that, Judge Walker, [A] so much.
I've been thinking this over, [Gb] however, and I do want [Ebm] to be first.
While they ain't a bit addicted bone in my aerobic-conditioned, quivering, fat, rabid spot,
I'm gonna let Arlo keep his ant colony in a styrofoam mender bucket.
And here comes Arlo, our disillusioned convenience store owner.
I'm still pretty dad-burned disillusioned, to tell you that.
I married to Myrna Louise with my fourth, and I ain't come out of her one of them.
I've decided I ain't gonna get married again.
No, sir, I'm just gonna go out every three or four years,
find a woman I hate, and buy her a house.
But even though I lost, I still recommend all you folks with problems call up the judge and [Bm] say,
[C] Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ [F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
_ I said, Hello, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you're our court of last resort.
[G] Our lives are rubbed against the wall, we're gonna get on TV, tell it all.
Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
Come on, come on, come on, Judge, Judge Walton, let us on that people's court.
[F] Hello, Judge Walton, you know you're the court of _ [G] _ love against the wall.
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