Chords for Tim Wilson Comedian "He's My Brother In Law" Comedy Song

Yeah, he comes over to the house in a three-day [F] beard, sleeps on the couch, makes the place smell [C] weird.
He's on something and it damn sure [G] ain't the job.
_ [C] He scares the kids, stays on the phone, [F] he's got a car somewhere for me to co-sign [C] on.
He's been [G] disowned and his wife's run [C] off. _
_ [F] She finally told him he wasn't worth the damn, [C] he tries to blame it all on Vietnam.
But he wasn't there, he was twelve and [G] seventy-four. _
_ [C] And he's had a bad back and a messy divorce, [F] he's got a woman's comp case tied up in court.
[C] He can't move [G] and I can sure [C] vouch for that. _
He's my brother-in-law, he's from [F] Arkansas.
Lord, [C] the best man at my wedding and the worst I [G] ever saw. _
He's living off of me, he's the baby of the [F] family. _
My [C] wife won't let me shoot [G] him, cause he's my [C] brother-in-law. _
_ [F] Every day he smokes four packs of [C] menthols, makes about eight more long-distance calls,
snorts alcohol, talks like [G] Dusty Rhodes. _
And [C] he'll go through your wallet with a fine-tooth [F] comb,
and eat your family out of house and home.
[C] He'll cuss out your preacher [G] and stomp up your [C] commode. _
He's your brother-in-law, he's got nothing on [F] the ball.
The kind of man [C] who'll write from Peter and write a bad check [G] to Paul.
He's got no [C] eye out of hand, he ought to be a [F] congressman.
He's the kind of fella [C] that I can't stand, [G] and he's my brother [C]-in-law.
[F] Oh yeah, he's the [C] generic man, [G] and he's my brother-in-law.
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