[Chords Used]   E(022100); G(355433); A(577455); D([10][12][12][11][10][10])
                E*([12][14][14][13][12][12]); F(133211); Bb(688766) + SEE TAB


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                |BASS + |DRUMS  |       |       |


[Verse 1]                                      E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  D
                Huffman don't take no nonsense,
                                      E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  E
                He's here to rectify,
                                               E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  D
                He's got his black belt buckle,
                                                   E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G
                And the red man's fire in his eye.


[Chorus]        F
                  You with your switchblade posse,
                Bb
                  I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
                F
                  We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
                Bb
                  Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.


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[Verse 2]                               E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  D
                This party's over-rated,
                                                E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  E
                But there ain't *** else to do,
                                                        E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G  D
                She's a lovin' on the boy from the city,
                                                 E    G    A    G  E     G    A    G
                I'll be lovin' him under my shoe.


[Chorus]        F
                  You with your switchblade posse,
                Bb
                  I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
                F
                  We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
                Bb
                  Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.


[Link]          [SEE TAB]


[Solo]          [SEE TAB]


[Outro]         F
                  You with your switchblade posse,
                Bb
                  I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
                F
                  We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
                Bb
                  Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.