DAR WILLIAMS - FLINTY KIND OF WOMAN CHORDS

Dar Williams - Flinty Kind Of Woman INTRO: Am It's a small town life and I like it

'Cause the ^Dbad don't get in your ^Amway There's an angry god gonna strike it Yeah, ^Fthat's what we pay him for, ^Gthat's why we pray

Well, I ^Amguess the angry god he was a-fishing When ^DMolly called me up with the ^Amnews

Within the space of a week

Yeah, a ^Fpervert or a sex freak Let the ^Ckids take a peek That's ^Gmore than a little cheek

N.C.

No pun in^Amtended

CHORUS:

^GAy-yi-yipee-yipee-^Cyi-yi-ay Going ^Feast of Mississippi, got a ^Cflinty kind of woman And you ^Amdon't act smart and you ^Dmdon't touch my children If the ^Gyoung man wants to see the sun go ^Amdown

So, there was no time fooling with the trifles

There was ^Dno use in telling the ^Ammen They would just go running for their rifles And ^Fthen once you got him, couldn't ^Gget him again

So, ^AmPeg got a bolt of fishing tackle And ^DMarge got her gardening ^Amclips

And Sally LaBiche

Put her ^Fhound on a leash And the ^Ctimer on the quiche She's ^Gkind of nouveau riche

N.C.

But we ^Amlike her

CHORUS:

^GAy-yi-yipee-yipee-^Cyi-yi-ay Going ^Feast of Mississippi, got a ^Cflinty kind of woman And you ^Amdon't act fresh and you ^Dmdon't touch my children If the ^Gyoung man wants to see the sun go ^Amdown

It was the kids who spotted him a-running

As we ^Ddrove through the harbour ^Amfog And that's when we got our engines gunning 'Cause we ^Fknew he was headed for the ^Gcranberry bog

We got our ^Amhip-high rubber boots strapped on And Molly ^Dgot the big flashlights ^Amout

And by the "Welcome to New England" sign

^FGot him with the fishing line In the ^Cdark, smell of ^Gbrine

Betty said "This one is mine."

N.C.

She is ^Amruthless

CHORUS:

^GAy-yi-yipee-yipee-^Cyi-yi-ay Going ^Feast of Mississippi, got a ^Cflinty kind of woman And you ^Amjust say no and you ^Dmdon't touch my children If the ^Gyoung man wants to see the sun go ^Amdown

Well, we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him

'Cause you ^Ddon't have to take it so ^Amfar When your roots go back to Old Salem And you've ^Fgot a local chapter of the DA^GR

Now I ^Amdon't go tooting on my lobsters 'Cause your ^Dpride doesn't go with your ^Amplaid

But it's a victory won

And it ^Fcouldn't be done By the ^Chippy-dippy flaky-shaky ^GFun-in-the-sun

N.C.

Braless ^Amwonders

CHORUS:

^GAy-yi-yipee-yipee-^Cyi-yi-ay Going ^Feast of Mississippi, got a ^Cflinty kind of woman And you ^Amknow your place and you ^Dmdon't touch my children If the ^Gyoung man wants to see the sun go ^Amdown If the ^Dmyoung

N.C.

man wants to see the sun go ^Amdown