INTRO: G D G D G D With a halo of gnats around my cotton-pickin' head A You never even listened to a single word I said G D You sit there on your pompous ass and click your fancy heels A Contemplate another piece of art that you can steal G D Bm Yeah you're rich and you're good-lookin' and outstanding in your field G D But I'm the real deal, no you can't know how I feel G D 'Cause I'm the real, real real deal G D G D Ah ya bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal G D You may always be rich and I may always be poor A You're the kind that never gets enough of wantin' more G D Hittin' on my friends, swingin' on my doors A Here's a little somethin's gonna even up the score G D Bm Try as you may you can't know how I feel G D 'Cause I'm the real deal, oh you can't know how I feel G D 'Cause I'm the real, real real deal G D G D Ah ya bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal G D I used to chop that cotton sometimes leanin' on my hoe A But we all know a hoe ain't just a hoe anymore G D You educated gals are 'sposed to be so damned smart A Sometimes you fool around and get the horse behind the cart G D Bm I got one foot in the grave the other 'un on a 'nanner peel G D But I'm the real deal, I can make you young girls squeal G D 'Cause I'm the real, real real deal G D You bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal INTRO out
