Grease

IntroE....E....
E....E....Verse 1It's been a lEong, hot summer
For a hard-working John Deere man
You're real tEired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
While I been wEorking in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, loEok at what ya started
All because you got a little thirsty ChorusGood GEod Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound doAg
Buttered Eup and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in ArkansAas
Yeah, we on to sEomething, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, bEoy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot ****, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
E..Now we cooking with greaseVerse 2Let's slow it dEown, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar
Boy, your toEuch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me sEaying hallelujah
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
But that hEat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool ChorusGood GEod Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound doAg
Buttered Eup and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in ArkansAas
Yeah, we on to sEomething, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, bEoy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot ****, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
E..Now we cooking with greaseBridgeCome on
G...Woo
G..It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the baconSoloG....G....ChorusGood GEod Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound doAg
Buttered Eup and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in ArkansAas
Yeah, we on to sEomething, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, bEoy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot ****, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
E..Now we cooking with grease
I ain't talking about no CriscoOutroG....G...