Intro Riff:
                                  
E|-----------------------------------0---------------0--0---|
B|-----------------------------------2---------------1--2---|
G|-------------0-1-2-0---------------2---------------0--2---|
D|-------0-1-2---------2-1-0---------2---------------2--2---|
A|-0-2-3---------------------3-2-1-0-----------------3--0---|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|

Verse:
                  A
I'm gonna get the gothest girl I can
         B7
With the pale white rockabilly tan
    Dm                 Fm
You know the kind, the ones you find
       Em                      A
In the country metal punk rock band

She might be into hot rod cars
Or leather fetish bondage bars
She's dirty, pretty, the hippest in the city
She's the gothest girl I can

Chorus:
    D7                      A7
The gothest girl I can, the gothest girl I can
    D7                 (pause)              A7
The gothest girl I, the gothest girl I, the gothest girl I can
E7
I'm gonna lose these country blues
          D7  
With the gothest girl I can     

(Intro Riff)

Verse:
I'm gonna get the gothest girl I can
Black lips and Bettie Page bangs
Horn rimmed glasses and an ass that'll pass
For a glimpse at the promised land

She's kinda into all things noir
Wants me to get a pompadour
Well, maybe baby, but she ain't no lady
She's the gothest girl I can

Chorus

Bridge:
       D                         A
I live right, I live good like a nice boy should
         E7                  A
I put my trust in our Lord's plan
       D                         A
I live right, I live just like a young boy must
       B7                     E7
Like I should, but I tell ya, man
D                                A
Somethin's gotta give 'cause the right way to live
      E7                   A
Isn't hittin' it, you understand
         D                     A
I need a wild, wild lover, the kind that scares your mother
           F7             E7
I need the gothest girl I can

(Solo over Chorus chords)

Verse:
Thrift store vampire chic
It's night every day of the week
Stop, stare, dead flowers in her hair
She's the gothest girl I can

She got old skool blue tattoos
And big black boots on, too
Polka dot dress and flames on her chest
She's the gothest girl I can

It's kinda hot when she calls me 'doll'
And 'daddy' at the swing dance ball
She's neat, nifty like nineteen fifty
She's the gothest girl I can