A
My eyes bugged out when she walked into the club 
                                         E
I said: "Lord have mercy, I think I'm in love" 
A
She's just gotta be the finest thing I ever seen 
D
Lookin' like something from the cover of a magazine 
A               E              A                D
Guess I'm gonna have to try my luck (walk-up to  
                  D
      She's got definite possibilities 
        A
      Maybe if I got down on my knees 
        E
      And I beg her, pretty please 
        A
      She'd come out and dance with me 
        D
      If she does and there's a chance 
             A
      That we might find some fine romance 
        E
      I don't know, but I know she's 
            N.C.
      Got definite possibilities 
A 
Lookin' around I can see I ain't alone 
                                              E
Every cowboy here would just love to take her home 
   A
My mind's workin' overtime - tryin' to come up with a line 
D        
Somethin' that she hasn't heard, at least a half a million times 
A           E                 A               D
Anything to make that girl my own (walk-up to ) 
 
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      E
She's shootin' everybody down 
   D            A
Playin' hard to get 
B7
Still I gotta take my shot 
       E
Cause, buddy you can bet 
 
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