...POTATO'S IN THE PADDYWAGON... by The Main Street Singers 
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 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there, 
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 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.
 

G  Em  D 

Verse 1: 
  
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 One night mama went to fetch us up a sweet potato,  
A                     D 
 Fell down the cellar stairs, 
D                       G                            
 Stork dropped in while she was on the floor,  
      A                    D 
So my sister was born down there. 

Bridge 1: 

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 Daddy says this'n will be nothin' but a misery,  
G              D       A 
 Never will be worth a damn, 
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 But mama just loved her little sweet potato baby,  
       A                     D 
With a face like a parboiled yam. 

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 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there, 
D 
 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.


G  Em  D 

Verse 2: 

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 Potato grew up to be as pretty as a peach,  
       A                       D 
In her calico and honey yellow curls, 
D                        G                        
 Went to the apple cider ball at the arm'ry  
     A                            D 
With all the other ripe and ready girls. 

Bridge 2: 

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 Sheriff Dan Pike, picked Po-tato for the polka,  
        G                  D         A 
But she spurned him with a fiddle de-dee, 
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And be-fore she could turn around and find another partner,  
        A                   D 
Sheriff took her into custo-dy. 

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 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there, 
D 
 Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.


Verse 3: 

D                           G                              
 Mama'n' daddy put together quite a little posse  
         A                      D 
Countin' me and Jack and cousin Will, 
   D                   G                        
We all hopped into the old Chevy pickup  
       A                            D  
And we caught 'em at the top of the hill, 

Bridge 3: 

A                             D                            
 Daddy took his Remington and shot away the lock,  
       G                      A 
For to set his little darlin' free, 
       D          (n.c)                            
But Po-tato said, "Daddy, shut the gol-dern door,  
A                       D 
 Sheriff wants to marry me!" 

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 Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, guess we better leave her there, 
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 Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it's more than fair, 
D 
 Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, guess we better leave her there, 
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 Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it's more than fair, 
G               A         D 
 Mama says it's more than fair 
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 Mama says it's more...than fair!



Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY
Bristol, England, 2005 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)