TEXAS ROCKABILLY REBEL by Reverend Horton Heat
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It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
A5 D5
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
A5 D5
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
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It feels good
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Born a bastard child
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Nobody knows whose son
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on the old Chisholm Trail
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and he continues to run
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She's a '32 Ford
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chopped five window Coup
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Chevrolet mill really
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Really stirs the soup
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Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
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Texas rockabilly rebel
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Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
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Texas rockabilly rebel
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...
When everyone said early on
they had lost the fight
Deep down inside they knew
knew they had the might
Like Harold Dawson, Mouser King
Too many more to say
Wide whitewall wheels gonna
Gonna blow you away
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble...
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...
Feels good – Go
(Solo)
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...
When we fire that motor
It goes rat-at-at-at-at
Like a Texas guitar slinger
Or a snare drum that is fat
It is gray and it's red
In memory of the dead
Her builder Treadmill Vern is
Sick in the head
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble...
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...
It feels good