Chords for Willy Tea Taylor - Bones

_ Ain't sweet, that's pretty fun, it's nice. _
_ [G] _ _ [Eb] How does Robin write the song?
Wait, what's this?
_ _ _ _ _ I can tell you, but I'm still going [N] to keep singing it. _ _
I mess that joke up.
What's it called? _ _ _
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[Ab] It's on the list.
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_ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ This one's called Bones.
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_ _ _ This one's called Bones. _ _
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_ [G] _ _ [C] _ This one's called Bones. _
It's in South _ California.
It's a ride, a ride.
It's pretty rough out [Am] there on the way to New Orleans.
Well, I'm all out of my [G] _ _ [C] mind.
It's pretty cloudy in California.
I got no regrets.
I'm making it my [Am] home.
I'm going to make some dirty jazz.
I'm going to have it on the [C] bag.
[Am] Living for my bones, boys.
[G] Living for my [C] bones.
So, time to bone _ myself. _
Slap that pony, lord.
It's a ride, a ride.
It's a ride [Am] on the way [C] to New Orleans.
Well, I'm all out of my _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
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_ [C] _ _ mind.
Goodbye, lady.
Goodbye, my baby.
You're the one thing I'm going to miss.
And when [Am] that fog _ _ [C] _
goes, give a love, [G] mama.
I'm going to give my [C] kids.
But it's time to bone myself.
_ Slap that pony, lord.
It's a ride, a ride.
It's a ride [Am] on the way _ [C] to New Orleans.
[Am] Well, I'm all out of my mind. _
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[G] _ _ [C] _ _ All you boys in that suit.
_ _ First time I ever have it in my life.
Somebody clap [F] for one of my solos.
[C] I'll be in for it. _
_ _ _ [G] _ [C] What's going on?
All you boys in that suit.
Just lay it down.
_ _ _ Don't you pull off that bottom rug.
We'll play all night, [G] boys.
_ [C] _ Put a cowl on _ that bed.
Slap that [C] pony, lord.
It's a ride, a ride.
It's a ride on _ the way to New Orleans.
Well, I'm all out of my mind.
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