Oil Field Girls    Tom Russell

(F)       (hold)
Those oil field (F)girls all taste of (Gm)whiskey,
Their thoughts are (Bb)free, their clothes are (C)torn.
They walk the (Am)strip like painted (Dm)shadows,
Cursing the (Bb)night when man was (C)born.

There´s one named (Bb)Freda (C) and one named (F)Angel,
There´s a Rose Of (Gm)Hatred (Bb) and a Ragtime (C)Girl.
All aches and (Am)heart, bright lips in the (Dm)moonlight,
Young men will (Bb)die at the turn of a (C)curl.

I´m packing my (F)bag, I´m shipping out on a (Gm)freighter,
I´ll lick my (Bb)wounds in a far-off (C)world.
One hand on my (Am)heart, one hand on a (Dm)bottle,
Just a drunkard´s (Bb)dream of the oilfield (C)girls.

Da da da (F)dow, ye dee dee (Gm)dee dee,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee.
Dodo do do (Am)do, oh doodle do (Dm)do do,
Dee deedle deedle (Bb)dee, dee deedee (C)deem.

Here´s a round for the (F)priest, here´s a round for the (Gm)beggar,
Here´s a round for the (Bb)robes, all over this (C)world.
But I´ll drink me a (Am)case of Old Pe(Dm)culiar,
For I´ll raise me a (Bb)glass to the oil field (C)girls.

Those oil field (F)girls all taste of (Gm)whiskey,
Their thoughts are (Bb)free, their clothes are (C)torn.
They walk the (Am)strip like painted (Dm)shadows,
Cursing the (Bb)night when man was (C)born.

Dee dee dee (F)dee, dee deedle dee (Gm)deedee,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee.
Dee dee dee (Am)dee, ba da dada doo (Dm)dow-oo,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee,
Dee dee dee (F)dee.

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