Ballin Keen

Bb Fm G C C Now, down in the state of Tennessee, there's a real cool cat called "Ballin' Keen". C He likes to rock an' he likes to roll, he's got rockin' F G C in his soul. C Well, last Saturday night about twelve o'clock, down on the corner they's startin' to rock. C Ballin' Keen was havin' a ball, swingin' 'em short an' F G C swingin' em tall. C Then Bulldog Johnny come strollin' in, six feet six an' he ain't no friend. C Kicked off a shoe an' he knocked out a light, he said, "move out cat's there's gonna be a fight." F Gm C F C G C C Well, Bulldog Johnny sorta cased the place, 'n he looked old Ball right square in the face. C Ballin' Keen was a-holdin' ground, he said, "me or you, one F G C is leavin' town." C Then the lights went out and they had a fight, everybody wondered what happened that night. C Nobody saw what was goin' on, when the lights come on Bulldog F G C was gone. C Now, down in the state of Tennessee, there's the strangest legend that you ever did see. C Nobody knows the answer 'cause nobody seen, nobody 'cept ol' F G C Ballin' Keen.