The Day I Tried To Teach Charlene Mackenzie How To Drive - Ver 2

E Well now Charlene McKenzie was a certified beauty A And I thought it was my patriotic duty E B7 To teach her things like neckin’, yeah, and drivin’ an automobile E Now Charlene McKenzie while prettier than most A Turned out to be as deaf as a post E B7 E A condition I was not aware of until | she got behind my steering wheel. B7 I had a fifty-seven Chevy, it was born to run E It was a red-hot fuel injected son of a gun E And when her shoe went down on the accelerator B7 She just froze when it let out a roar E I said, “Don’t rev it so much take your foot off the gas”. A She thought I said to pop the clutch and make it go fast E B7 E And she did and friends we laid rubber for a block or more. E A And there were chickens on the bumper, yeah, feathers in the grill B7 E Rose bushes in the wheel wells and a pig on my windshield E A And the bees were a-buzzin’ where she mowed down their beehive E B7 E On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive. CHANGE TO F   F I said, “Hold on a second I wanna talk to you”. Bb She thought I said, “Go for second and see what she’ll do”. F C And we laid more rubber she jumped it to a hundred and four F Now Clarkdale Georgia is just a little old town Bb And shoot, I thought I knew my way around F C F But she took me places that day I never seen before. C Through barns and gullies and over hills F We uncovered lovers and moonshine stills C And broke into a clearing of the annual picnic of the Georgia Highway Patrol F Yeah we broke up that picnic and everything in it Bb Those officers were on us in a New York minute F C F And I knew, somehow, I just had to regain control. F Bb Because now there were lovers on the bumper, picnic baskets in the grill, yeah C F Wrapped around the fenders was what was left of a moonshine still F Bb There was a wounded patrolman on my windshield yellin’, “You’ll get 3 to 5”. C F On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive. C F Well I finally got her just to push in the clutch and we coasted to a stop Bb F But she still had her foot on the gas when up walked that wounded highway cop Bb He blew some feathers out of his mouth and before I could stop him I heard him ask, “Ptooey, why don’t you quit revvin’ it up so much and take your foot off the gas”. Oh no, here we go again!!!   F Bb And there were chickens on the bumper, yeah, feathers in the grill C F Rose bushes in the wheel wells and a pig on my windshield F Bb And the bees were a-buzzin’ where she mowed down their beehive F C F On the day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive. F C F On the day I tried to teach Charlene, Charlene, look out !!! how to drive. N.C. Charlene came to see me in the hospital and apologized for all the damage she’d N.C. done. She said everything was gonna be alright now because her parents had just N.C. bought her a brand new hearing aid. “It’s the finest hearing aid that money can N.C. buy”. I said, “Really Charlene, what kind is it?” She said, “Oh, about 9:30.”