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Great Filling Station

Jimmy Buffett
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
I  pulled into the regular pump
 I was feelin'  quite at ease
 I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty  cents worth please"
 Then  out jumped my partner with his trusty  pellet gun
 He said, "Boy,  this is a holdup,  keep 'a pumpin'  and don't run"
  And now I  wish I was somewhere  other than here
  Down  in some honky  tonk, sippin'  on a beer
  Yes I  wish I was somewhere  other than here
  Cause that great  fillin' station holdup
  Cost  me two good years
 We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
 A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
 Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
 We're wanted men, we'll strike again
 But first let's have a beer
 (repeat chorus)
 We were sittin' in the Krystal
 About as drunk as we could be
 In walked the deputy sheriff
 And he's holdin' our TV
 He roughed us and he cuffed us
 And he took us off to jail
 No picture on a poster, no reward and no bail
 (repeat chorus and fade)

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Readable chord sheet for Great Filling Station by Jimmy Buffett

[G]  [D]  [A]  [D]

[D]I pulled into the regular pump
I was [G]feelin' quite at [D]ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, [E]"Fifty cents worth [A]please"
T[G]hen out jumped my partner with his [D]trusty pellet gun
He said, "[D]Boy, this is a [D]holdup, keep 'a [A]pumpin' and don't [D]run"

     And now I[G] wish I was s[A]omewhere other than [D]here
     D[G]own in some h[A]onky tonk, s[E]ippin' on a [A]beer
     Yes I[G] wish I was s[A]omewhere other than [D]here
     Cause that [G]great fillin' station [D]holdup
     C[A]ost me two good [D]years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men, we'll strike again
But first let's have a beer

(repeat chorus)

We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
And he's holdin' our TV
He roughed us and he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward and no bail

(repeat chorus and fade)

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