Black Yodel No 7
Woodbox GangVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
An angel rode the bus home
I believed her wings were broken
She asked me the time of day
I asked if she was joking
She smiled like a woman
And her tricks were turning
I smiled like a baby
And felt my body burning
La di di da
Yodelayheehoo
There's people in me head sayin'
Yodelaaaaaayheehoo
She asked how I was doing
Not expecting me to answer
I said fairly well
Doctors say I killed the cancer
Its going out of style
She inquired about the flavor
I said it wasnt mine
It was in my next door neighbor
I scratched my big red nose
As the wind blew through my beard
If I shave too often
My face looks really weird
She pulled out her bandana
It wasnt dirty or red
Even though inside held
A severed shrunken head
I stared like a creep
Into those tiny eyes
And then one winked at me
As the other began to cry
She started laughing
And tickling its chin
Like it was a baby
Or newborn kitten
I pulled out my cell phone
It melted in my hand
She pulled out a bottle
And fed the little man
I dinged the dinger
The bus came to a stop
She said thank you sir
This is where I get off
I swallowed my vomit
So casual and discreet
But the taste of eggs and mushrooms
Sent it splattered on my feet
I ran for the exit
The driver hit the breaks
I screamed like a woman
I didnt say thanks
I wanted to sneeze
Then I wanted to shave
I wanted to steal her head
And put him in a grave
Im glad her wings are broken
I hope they turn to dust
I'm gonna learn to drive a car
And never take the bus
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Readable chord sheet for Black Yodel No 7 by Woodbox Gang
An[D] ang[G]el rode[D] the bus home I [Bb]believed her[C] wings we[D]re broken She a[D]sked me t[G]he time[D] of day I [Bb]asked if[C] she was j[D]oking She[D] smil[G]ed li[D]ke a woman [Bb]And her tr[C]icks wer[D]e turning I [D]smil[G]ed li[D]ke a baby And [Bb]felt m[C]y body[D] burning [F]La di di[D] da [F]Yodelayhe[D]ehoo There's[G] people in me he[D]ad sayin' [A]Yodelaaaaaayhe[D]ehoo She asked how I was doing Not expecting me to answer I said fairly well Doctors say I killed the cancer Its going out of style She inquired about the flavor I said it wasnt mine It was in my next door neighbor I scratched my big red nose As the wind blew through my beard If I shave too often My face looks really weird She pulled out her bandana It wasnt dirty or red Even though inside held A severed shrunken head I stared like a creep Into those tiny eyes And then one winked at me As the other began to cry She started laughing And tickling its chin Like it was a baby Or newborn kitten I pulled out my cell phone It melted in my hand She pulled out a bottle And fed the little man I dinged the dinger The bus came to a stop She said thank you sir This is where I get off I swallowed my vomit So casual and discreet But the taste of eggs and mushrooms Sent it splattered on my feet I ran for the exit The driver hit the breaks I screamed like a woman I didnt say thanks I wanted to sneeze Then I wanted to shave I wanted to steal her head And put him in a grave Im glad her wings are broken I hope they turn to dust I'm gonna learn to drive a car And never take the bus