Flinty Kind Of Woman chords

INTRO: [Am]

It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the [D]bad don't get in your [Am]way

There's an angry god gonna strike it
Yeah, [F]that's what we pay him for, [G]that's why we pray

Well, I [Am]guess the angry god he was a-fishing
When [D]Molly called me up with the [Am]news

Within the space of a week
Yeah, a [F]pervert or a sex freak
Let the [C]kids take a peek
That's [G]more than a little cheek
N.C.
No pun in[Am]tended

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[G]Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-[C]yi-yi-ay
Going [F]east of Mississippi, got a [C]flinty kind of woman
And you [Am]don't act smart and you [Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants to see the sun go [Am]down

So, there was no time fooling with the trifles
There was [D]no use in telling the [Am]men

They would just go running for their rifles
And [F]then once you got him, couldn't [G]get him again

So, [Am]Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
And [D]Marge got her gardening [Am]clips

And Sally LaBiche
Put her [F]hound on a leash
And the [C]timer on the quiche
She's [G]kind of nouveau riche
N.C.
But we [Am]like her

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[G]Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-[C]yi-yi-ay
Going [F]east of Mississippi, got a [C]flinty kind of woman
And you [Am]don't act fresh and you [Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants to see the sun go [Am]down

It was the kids who spotted him a-running
As we [D]drove through the harbour [Am]fog

And that's when we got our engines gunning
'Cause we [F]knew he was headed for the [G]cranberry bog

We got our [Am]hip-high rubber boots strapped on
And Molly [D]got the big flashlights [Am]out

And by the "Welcome to New England" sign
[F]Got him with the fishing line
In the [C]dark, smell of [G]brine

Betty said "This one is mine."
N.C.
She is [Am]ruthless


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[G]Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-[C]yi-yi-ay
Going [F]east of Mississippi, got a [C]flinty kind of woman
And you [Am]just say no and you [Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants to see the sun go [Am]down

Well, we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you [D]don't have to take it so [Am]far

When your roots go back to Old Salem
And you've [F]got a local chapter of the DA[G]R

Now I [Am]don't go tooting on my lobsters
'Cause your [D]pride doesn't go with your [Am]plaid

But it's a victory won
And it [F]couldn't be done
By the [C]hippy-dippy flaky-shaky
[G]Fun-in-the-sun
N.C.
Braless [Am]wonders

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[G]Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-[C]yi-yi-ay
Going [F]east of Mississippi, got a [C]flinty kind of woman
And you [Am]know your place and you [Dm]don't touch my children
If the [G]young man wants to see the sun go [Am]down
If the [Dm]young N.C.
man wants to see the sun go [Am]down