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Red Nuts & Gin chords by I-Roy

  • D

  • A

  • Bm

    2
  • G

Verse 1
D
A
Now since
D
Mr.
Bm
Bell discovered telephone
A
D
You can open your ears and
feel it in your bone
Because right now I'm about to tip your
tone and crank your bone, tell ya
Baby, right now I'm standing in
front of my microphone
G
Alright, when I tell you I'm okay
I mean I'm bound to win
D
And when I tell you red nuts and gin kinda mean understanding,
overstanding
A
When I tell the babies come to
G
this calamity I tell you say
D
Now each and every day I got to make
love and I got to play
Sometimes I pray, alright
Okay, you win
G
I'm in love with you, alright
D
Okay, you win
A
I'm in love with you I've tried,
G
I've tried, and I've tried
D
So baby, I'm in love with you
Alright, okay, you win
I'm in love with you until there will be no sin
G
D
All right, okay, you win
So I'm in love with you
A
G
I've tried and I've cried all day
D
So baby, got to jump and play
G
Each and every day you got
to hear me when I say
All right, okay
I mean, I'm in the mood,
I need some light food
I don't wanna be rude
If you lock your door, baby, then I will intrude I tell you,
I'm in a funny mood
A
I'm sexy and I'm cool and
I know the golden rule
And I go to school,
I don't like to sit and stool
D
I say, alright, alright, alright
G
Some folks can't wait for they call me
Pinky
But I say I stinks
D
And I tell you I'm no jinx, I tell you
Alright
A
But I'd rather be dead
If I can't get no bread
G
It would go to my head
D
And I'm feelin' red
Alright, I'm dreaded, I'm dreaded
G
Alright
Okay
You win
Oh baby
Oh baby
Oh baby, that would be no sin
If you would keep on comin' in, tell ya
A
And if you ain't gotta win
You gotta flop your feet now
till you keep on comin' in
Oh yeah
D
Alright
Okay
You win
I'm in love with you
G
Alright
Okay
D
You win
I'm in love with you
A
G
I've cried and I've cried, oh baby
D
So, baby, let's get together sometime
All right, okay
You got something to tell me, baby
Just tell it to me sometime
Because I'm feeling bad
G
You know what I wanted,
I just want it bad
And when I can't get it,
it makes me mad sometimes
D
When I can't get it,
it makes me frisky, baby
And I don't like to drink no whiskey
you
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