Damn That Radio

[E]   [A]   [B]  [C#m]  [A7]
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She took a [E]double-barrel twelve gauge buckshot to her al[A]arm clock
She'll [E]kill that George Strait "Baby Blue" with [B]one shot
She was a [E]cussin' and a screamin' off the wrong side of the bed
And [A]madder than hell with him in her head
The whole [E]trailer park knew the [B]radio had done it ag[E]ain

Ah, [E]damn that radio for playin' their song
[A]Stirring up a memory she thought was gone
God [B]knows that old DJ don't know what he's done
Ah, [E]damn that radio for playin' their song [E]

So she [E]fired up the Chevy and she tore it up and down the [A]rural route
[E]Whitewalls ripping on two wheels 'round the [B]courthouse
She was [E]mad at George and WKXY
But she was[A] lookin' for the sucker who had left her to cry
Every[E]body in town was [B]runnin' for a place to [E]hide

[E] [A] [E] [B] [E]

[C#m]Down at the [B]station, Lord, the [E]phones ring all day [A]long
[C#m]The whole town [B]calling begging, "[A]please don't play that [B]song!"

Now the [E]preacher was preachin' in the spirit of jubil[A]ation
To a [E]sunny day happy faced wedding congreg[B]ation
He read "til [E]death do us part" straight outta the word
Then a [A]Chevy flew by and just flipped him the bird
He said "[E]Father forgive her!" as the [B]bride ran shakin' her f[E]ist

[A]Stirrin' up a memory she thought was gone
God [B]knows that old DJ don't know what he's done
Ah, [E]damn that radio
[E]Damn that radio
[E]Damn that radio for [B]play[A]in' [A7]their [E]song

Or if you want to play the little riff at the end:

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Top or bottom, either works.