Chicken Cordon Blues Chords & Lyrics - Steve Goodman
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[VERSE I]
[E]When I first met you baby, You fed me on chicken and wine
[E]It was steak and potatos, and b[A]abe I sure felt fi[E]ne
B[E]ut now all you feed me if the seaweed and the alfalfa sprouts
s[A]unflower seeds and I got my doubts
Baby you l[E]eft me h[C#m]ere w[F#m]ith the chicken c[B]ordon b[E]lues
[VERSE II]
My[E] stomach's empty and all I got is food for thought
I'[E]ve been sittin' here thinking
Bout' the t[A]wenty pounds of groceries we bo[E]ught
We[E] bought ten pounds of wild rice, five more of beans
fi[A]ve pounds of granola and you know what that means
I'm a r[E]egular fella, and I [C#m]got the c[F#m]hicken co[B]rdon b[E]lues
[Verse III]
I'[E]m starved for affection and I don't think I can stand no more
th[E]is stuff is so strange the cockroaches moved next door
don't you s[A]ee that old dog standing out there in the street
with a[E] big smile on his face cause they let him eat meat
An[E]d i got y[C#m]ou, An[F#m]d I got the ch[B]icken
I [E]got y[C#m]ou, A[F#m]nd I got the ch[B]icken
I [E]got you, and I [C#m]got the c[F#m]hicken co[B]rdon b[E]lues
[E]When I first met you baby, You fed me on chicken and wine
[E]It was steak and potatos, and b[A]abe I sure felt fi[E]ne
B[E]ut now all you feed me if the seaweed and the alfalfa sprouts
s[A]unflower seeds and I got my doubts
Baby you l[E]eft me h[C#m]ere w[F#m]ith the chicken c[B]ordon b[E]lues
[VERSE II]
My[E] stomach's empty and all I got is food for thought
I'[E]ve been sittin' here thinking
Bout' the t[A]wenty pounds of groceries we bo[E]ught
We[E] bought ten pounds of wild rice, five more of beans
fi[A]ve pounds of granola and you know what that means
I'm a r[E]egular fella, and I [C#m]got the c[F#m]hicken co[B]rdon b[E]lues
[Verse III]
I'[E]m starved for affection and I don't think I can stand no more
th[E]is stuff is so strange the cockroaches moved next door
don't you s[A]ee that old dog standing out there in the street
with a[E] big smile on his face cause they let him eat meat
An[E]d i got y[C#m]ou, An[F#m]d I got the ch[B]icken
I [E]got y[C#m]ou, A[F#m]nd I got the ch[B]icken
I [E]got you, and I [C#m]got the c[F#m]hicken co[B]rdon b[E]lues
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