Chords for The Saddle Tramps - Mamma Was A Flagger (with rat rod pics)

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113.85 bpm
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E

D

Em

G

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Saddle Tramps - Mamma Was A Flagger (with rat rod pics) chords
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Okay, Mama, this one will make you proud.
[E]
[G]
[E] [Em]
[E]
Mama was a blagger, hard-down, chrome and cab.
What made her such a looker was her tanker stores and [G] scabs.
[E] Couldn't make a fun cake, but sure could pound a bear.
Some folks called her white trash, my daddy called her dare.
Her hair's like bleach, one string being strung from the helmet on her head.
And the sweat that makes her T-shirt stick, let's you know that she's [G] well fed.
[E] Mama's feet there just like toast, look at all that jam.
But her skin's so soft and slickery, it's like Kelly Rounder's fan.
[B]
[C] Well, Mama was a [A] blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off [E] to work once the sun [Em] goes down.
[C] Highlands and the [Dm] roadway, [D] sure they wreak some [F] havoc.
But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
Yeah, want me to count us off?
Yeah, would you please?
Hey, [E] man!
[Em] [E]
[B] [E] Her breasts, they say, are lumpy like curdled cottage cheese.
Like a couple of creepy Charlies, they hang down to [D] her knees.
[E] Now check out Mama's thighs, well, they're made by KFC.
Crisp and lightly battered, she's the original recipe.
[D] Well, [C] Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel [G] proud.
Always heading off to work [Em] once the sun goes [C] down.
Highlands and the [D] roadway, well, sure they wreak some [F] havoc.
But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
Yeah, want me [E] to count us off?
It's [Bb] me and some [E] cheese.
[Em]
[E]
Water gun at her feet, and her spokes rolled in her sleeve.
Wears the same pair of Dr.
Scholl's Nip-Op 63.
[Am]
[E] The Bobby Payton clip in her hair don't keep her looking sweet.
Well, ever after lunch, we're picking out the bread stuck to her feet.
[C]
Well, Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off [D] to work [Em] once the sun goes [D] down.
[C] Highlands and the [F] roadway, [D] well, sure they wreak some havoc.
[F] But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
You can always count on me.
Three, four!
[E]
Mama's skin was like a lizard's back.
I asked, honey, you want some lotion?
She said, sugar, I'm all natural, so wiping's wouldn't broke [G] it.
[E] Your tax dollars hard at work is what the sign would read.
And if Mama's brass beats, my bird's voice, you would, hey, asshole, don't [B] speed.
[C] Well, Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off to [Em] work once the sun goes down.
[C] Highlands and the [D] roadway, well, sure they wreak some havoc.
[F] But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
[N]
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D
1321
Em
121
G
2131
C
3211
E
2311
D
1321
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_ _ Okay, Mama, this one will make you proud. _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mama was a blagger, hard-down, chrome and cab.
What made her such a looker was her tanker stores and [G] scabs.
[E] Couldn't make a fun cake, but sure could pound a bear.
Some folks called her white trash, my daddy called her dare.
Her hair's like bleach, one string being strung from the helmet on her head.
And the sweat that makes her T-shirt stick, let's you know that she's [G] well fed.
[E] Mama's feet there just like toast, look at all that jam.
But her skin's so soft and slickery, it's like Kelly Rounder's fan.
[B]
[C] Well, Mama was a [A] blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off [E] to work once the sun [Em] goes down.
[C] Highlands and the [Dm] roadway, [D] sure they wreak some [F] havoc.
But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
Yeah, want me to count us off?
Yeah, would you please? _ _ _
Hey, [E] man! _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [E] Her breasts, they say, are lumpy like curdled cottage cheese.
Like a couple of creepy Charlies, they hang down to [D] her knees.
[E] Now check out Mama's thighs, well, they're made by KFC.
Crisp and lightly battered, she's the original recipe.
[D] Well, [C] Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel [G] proud.
Always heading off to work [Em] once the sun goes [C] down.
Highlands and the [D] roadway, well, sure they wreak some [F] havoc.
But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
Yeah, _ _ _ want me [E] to count us off?
_ It's [Bb] me and some [E] cheese.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Water gun at her feet, and her spokes rolled in her sleeve.
Wears the same pair of Dr.
Scholl's Nip-Op 63.
[Am] _
[E] The Bobby Payton clip in her hair don't keep her looking sweet.
Well, ever after lunch, we're picking out the bread stuck to her feet.
[C]
Well, Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off [D] to work [Em] once the sun goes [D] down.
[C] Highlands and the [F] roadway, [D] well, sure they wreak some havoc.
[F] But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
You can always count on me.
_ _ Three, four! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mama's skin was like a lizard's back.
I asked, honey, you want some lotion?
She said, sugar, I'm all natural, so wiping's wouldn't broke [G] it.
[E] Your tax dollars hard at work is what the sign would read.
And if Mama's brass beats, my bird's voice, you would, hey, asshole, don't [B] speed.
[C] Well, Mama was a blagger, [D] sure makes the sun feel proud.
[G] Always heading off to [Em] work once the sun goes down.
[C] Highlands and the [D] roadway, well, sure they wreak some havoc.
[F] But Mama in that [Em] orange vest, she sure does stop the traffic.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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