Grease

Grease Guitar Chords

Lainey Wilson
Album : Bell Bottom Country

Key : Em

    [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