[Intro]
E5
Em Am Em Em
Come on
[Verse]
Em
It's been a long, hot summer
For a hard-working John Deere man
Am Em
You're real tired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
Em
While I been working in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, look at what ya started
Am
All because you got a little thirsty
[Chorus]
Em
Good God Almighty
Am
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Em
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it)
Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Em
Now we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
Am Em
Now we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
[Verse]
Em
Let's slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar
Am Em
Boy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Em
Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
Am
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
Em
But that hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool wooh
[Chorus]
Em
Good God Almighty
Am
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Em
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Em
Now we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
Am Em
Now we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
Am
Come on
[Break]
G G
Wooh
It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon
G G Em G
[Chorus]
Em
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Em
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Am
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah I can handle it)
Em
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Em
Now we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
Am Em
Yeah we cooking with grease
Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do, Doody dood it do do
[Outro]
G G G G
I ain't talking about no Crisco y'all
