RC Edwards & the Awsome Possum Band - Navaho Beer guitar chord

Written by Casey "RC" Edwards

INTRO G C D (x2)

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I remember one summer me and Daniel Ray,

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were cruisin through New Mexico around Santa Fe,

D G

When we came across a stand sellin' gallons of Navaho Beer,

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We was both pretty thirsty so we stopped in,

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bought a gallon a piece and threw caution to the wind

D G

and commenced to drinkin' with a couple of breaks of bread.

G

I noticed Daniel's face start turnin' red,

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and two big horns sprouted outta his head,

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and his eyes that was blue faded away to solid black,

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I looked at the beer and it was all gone,

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and six rattlesnakes was begin'n to spawn,

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from the crustaceous masses in the bottom of the glasses of beer.

(CHORUS)

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Well, I've been around and I've seen alot,

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but the craziest thing, I've ever got,

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my hands on is a bottle of Navaho beer,

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you can listen to me, or try it for yourself,

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but I'll leave'r sittin', there on the shelf,

D G

stay clear of that shit they call Navaho beer.

G

Had Sammy Davis,Jr. ridin' shotgun,

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now ordinarily that would've been fun,

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but he pulled out his eye and he was jammin' it in my ear,

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I said "look now Sammy I'ma tryin' to drive,

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and anyhow, you ain't supposed to be alive,

D G

now where the hell is Daniel and whats in that Navaho beer?"

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Well a cop pulled us over, i was scared as hell,

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I said "Dammit Sammy, we's a goin' to jail"

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and I slowly began to roll my winder down,

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I said "howdy officer can we just talk?"

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he said "hell no son, you're on the sidewalk,

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and, we don't drive like that in my town"

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Well I stepped out the car, didn't put up a fight,

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now Mr. Bojangles he wasn't so polite,

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and I think he was makin' a move for one of his guns,

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I said "Oh my God!" and I grabbed his hand,

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but you know them cops never understand,

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and they fired five rounds for the thing was done.

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Well the shots they shot, they didn't hit me,

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Didn't hit Sammy Davis or my pickup seat

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but one of them boys was screamin' "Officer Down!"

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Well, one of them shots had hit him in the leg,

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and it was all his fault is what Sammy said,

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Next thing I know we was speedin' outta town.

CHORUS

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Woke up the next day in South Padre,

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and right there next to me was Daniel Ray,

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and we was both sleepin' on the beach,

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We drove that truck off in the ocean,

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and hitchiked back to Oklahoma,

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and swore off drinkin' for seven days shy of a week.

CHORUS

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Yodalady, yodalady, yodalady who,

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yodalady, yodalady, yodalay

D G

yodalady, yodalady, Navaho Beer.