Sweet

A G-A (2x) D Dsus She came through the front door lookin' D A Fast as a big train' bookin' down the line G A She was lookin' fine D Dsus Long and lean and dressed to k**l D Stacked up high with perfect wheels A And there ain't no chance G A That girl would ever dance with me E Esus E She got all those city boys out pushin and shovin E Esus E A country boy like me don't ever get no uptown lovin' A (She's) sweet G She's got em meltin' in her hand A Whoever gets a taste of that cup of sugar G Sure is a lucky man A G She's sweet, she's babe-alicious A I can't reach that Georgia peach G A She sure looks delicious D Dsus I had nothin' else to do D So I threw down two more shots of booze A G A And it made me strong, I strapped my courage on D Dsus D I said would you like to drink by chance A No what I mean is would you like to dance with me G A Please, in my best southernese E Esus E Got hot out on the dance floor when she whispered in my ear E Esus E I think I found me a country-boy let's get outta here A (I said) sweet G I'm meltin' in her hand A I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar G You're all lookin' at a lucky man A G I said sweet, she's babe-alicious A That Georgia peach is now in my reach G A And don't she look delicious E D A (2x)