Tulsa (2004)

G C D   G    G C Dsus D
When you got fat girls in short skirts
and Garth Brooks on the jukebox
And everywhere you drive it’s all that christian radio,
it might be hell it might be Tulsa
Cuz the fat girls, they come out at night,
all trashed out and sad and lonesome
And drink six beers that go straight to their thighs,
and wander why nobody wants them

Am  C  D  G
life’s a movie and I’m the star
but I’m singing in a fat girl bar
Am  C  D
the floorboards bow while they do see do
all the girls round here are thick
but at least it seems I have my pick
what I’ll do I really still don’t know
G C D   G    G C Dsus D
Times are slow and days are long
and the nights are even longer
The watchers stand and nurse their beers
and wish that they were younger
And thank god for garth brooks
and his sad and sentimental
songs that make a girl think she might
be something more than incidental

Am  C  D  G
life’s a movie you’re the star
and it don’t matter where you are
Am  C  D
you might as well make a better scene
so put a nickel in the box
to pass the nigttime watching clocks
and swaying to the stretching of their jeans

G    C     D     G
In Tulsa
In Tulsa

G C D   G    G C Dsus D
tonight I sing my cowboy songs
and serch among the sagging faces
looking down below their belt
for potential friends in lower places
and oklahoma aint all bad,
at least they got a sense of humor
everyone wants to make it out tonight
some want it even sooner
Am  C  D  G
life’s a movie and I’m the star
but I’m singing in a fat girl bar
Am  C  D
when the chorus hits I hope you’ll sing along
it may be a little cold but part of life I being bold
and I don’t think that you should wear a thong

G    C     D     G
In Tulsa
In Tulsa