Apache Rose Peacock

| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 E7 Sittin' on a sack of beans, sittin' down in New Orleans E7 E7 You wouldn't believe what I've seen, sitting on that sack of beans E7 E7 Lunatics on pogo sticks, another southern fried freak on a crucifix E7 E7 Hicks don't mix with politics, people on the street just kickin' to the licks Dm7 A7 Yes, my favorite place to be Dm7 A7 Is not a land called Honalee Dm7 A7 Mentally or physically Dm7 A7 I wanna be in New Orleans A7 A13 A7 Oh good brother, just when I thought that I had seen it all A7 A13 A7 My eyes popped out, my dick got hard and I dropped my jaw A7 A13 A7 I saw a bird walkin' down the block, name Apache Rose Peacock A7 A13 A7 I could not speak I was in shock, I told my knees to please not knock Dm7 A7 Yes, my favorite place to be Dm7 A7 Is not a land called Honalee Dm7 A7 Mentally or physically Dm7 A7 I wanna be in New Orleans Em C Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo D A D/B D D/B D D/B D Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo Em C Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo D A D/B D D/B D D/B D Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo E7 E7 A little boy came along, name of Louis Armstrong E7 E7 Said that girl who left me silly, she liked the looks of me and my willy E7 E7 So I found her in the quarter, good God, how I adored her E7 E7 Oh she made me feel so cozy, when she told me I could call her Rosey Dm7 A7 I kiss your hair your skin so bare Dm7 A7 I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere Dm7 A7 You fare well in stormy weather Dm7 A7 I never met a girl that I liked better A7 A13 A7 Twinkle twinkle little star, shining down on my blue car A7 A13 A7 Drivin' down the boulevard, she was soft and I was hard A7 A13 A7 Apache Rose gotta rockin' Peacock, hottest ass on the goddamn block A7 A13 A7 Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass Meters, she has one of those built-in heaters Dm7 A7 I kiss your hair your skin so bare Dm7 A7 I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere Dm7 A7 You fare well in stormy weather Dm7 A7 I never met a girl that I liked better Em C Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo D A D/B D D/B D D/B D Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo Em C Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo D A D/B D D/B D D/B D Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo A7 A13 A7 Voodoo gurus casting their spells, cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells A7 A13 A7 Silver sound escapes the trumpet, watch your leg someone might hump it A7 A13 A7 Chicken strut your butt let's rock, gettin' it on under your frock A7 A13 A7 Flowing like a flame all through the night, my girl's insane but it's all right Dm7 A7 Yes, my favorite place to be Dm7 A7 Is not a land called Honalee Dm7 A7 Mentally or physically Dm7 A7 I wanna be in New Orleans | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 |