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                                        Pretty sure this is how Jamey did it. Just listen to the song a few times to get 
your timing down but other than that pretty simple.



Verse 1:
A                 D
She was Six foot Three
A                     D
She could bench press me
D                                 A
Had a voice like a young Charlie Pride
A
Well she walked up to you

Said honey how do you do
  D                             E
I know you ain't here with this guy

Chorus:
A                                    Dm     D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
           Am        A             E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m      A                            G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
A                     E           A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag

Verse 2:
A
She gave you a wink

Bought you a drink
D                                   A
Wrote her phone number down on your hand
                    D
She was well on her way
A
Just hit second base
     D                         E
I'd 'bout damn had all I could stand

Chorus:
A                                    Dm     D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
           Am        A             E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m      A                            G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
A                     E           A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag

Verse 3:
        F#m
She was flexin' her muscles 
   E
An flickin' her bean
        A         E
She was lonesome, onry and mean

Chorus:
A                                    Dm     D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
           Am        A             E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m      A                            G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
Am         G
Dear old dad
A                     E           A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag