Firewater Luke

Intro
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Verse 1
       A                            D
In the hills of Oklahoma, there's a legend about a man
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Who roamed the Indian country ever since the rush for land
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Firewater was his business, some say his name was Luke
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He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Chorus
        D                                         A
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, then to Lawton and Shawnee
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Old Luke sold to thirsty squatters, traded skin with the Pawnee
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Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter to old Luke
         A                               E             A
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Verse 2
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Luke had built a reputation with both outlaw and the law
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He was quick with his bootlegging, even quicker on the draw
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Many an Oklahoma lawman found how fast that he could shoot
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Then they'd get a dying snort from the bottle in his boot

Chorus
       D                                        A
Tulsa, Oklahoma City, none too big and none too small
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Treating everybody equal, he believed in drinks for all
        D                                        A
Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter to old Luke
         A                               E             A
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Interlude
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Verse 3
    A                               D
The sixgun was protection from both Indian and law
             D               A                                     E
He'd get the warriors on the warpath and then sneak off with their squaw
            D                                        A
But his firewater was the finest so he seldom had to shoot
    A                                  E             A
The sixgun 'neath his topcoat with the bottle in his boot

Verse 4
    A                              D
For just about a century, Luke had everything his way
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Then, a hungry politician ran for governor one day
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He took over Luke's firewater, gave the government his stills
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But you still can see Luke everywhere in the Oklahoma hills

Chorus
        D                                       A
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, he's appearing every night
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Gumming votes for prohibition in a frock that fits so tight
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Looking forward to the day he'll wear a brand new pinstripe suit
       A                               E             A
With a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Outro
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B7  E7   A

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September 1960 "I Slipped Out Of Heaven / Firewater Luke" single version

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Capo on 1st fret

Intro
D

Verse 1
       D                            G
In the hills of Oklahoma, there's a legend about a man
    D                              E                  A7
Who roamed the Indian country ever since the rush for land
    D                            G
Firewater was his business, some say his name was Luke
         D                               A7            D    D7
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Chorus
        G                     D
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, to Lawton and Shawnee
     E                                 A7
Luke sold to thirsty squatters, traded skins with the Pawnee
        D                          G
Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter much to Luke
         D                               A7            D
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot
D#

Verse 2
         D#                           G#
Luke had built a reputation with both outlaw and the law
       D#                               F              A#7
He was quick with his bootlegging, even quicker on the draw
        D#                        G#
Many an Oklahoma lawman found how fast he could shoot
          D#                             A#7           D#   D#7
Then he'd toast them into glory from the bottle in his boot

Chorus
       G#                      D#
Tulsa, Oklahoma City, none too big and none too small
         F                     A#7
Treating everybody equal, he believed in drinks for all
        D#                         G#
Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter much to Luke
         D#                              A#7           D#
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot
E

Verse 3
    E                               A
The sixgun was protection from both Indian and law
             E                                F#                   B7
He'd get the warriors on the warpath and then sneak off with their squaw
        E                          A
His firewater was the finest so he seldom had to shoot
    E                                  B7            E
The sixgun 'neath his topcoat with the bottle in his boot

Verse 4
    E                              A
For just about a century, Luke had everything his way
        E                         F#           B7
Then, a hungry politician ran for governor one day
        E                               A
He took over Luke's firewater, gave the government his stills
        E                                    B7       E     E7
But you still can see Luke everywhere in the Oklahoma hills

Chorus
        A                         E
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, he's appearing every night
        F#                         B7
Gumming votes for prohibition in a frock that fits so tight
         E                                A
But he's dreaming of the day he'll wear a brand new pinstripe suit
       E                               B7            E
With a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

Outro
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