E7     G E7     G


[Verse 1]
E7                               A7
Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned
       E7                                       A7
'Cause when I get high I can't leave the women alone
G                     A7                      E7
Omaha Sheriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter
      D                        A                     E
Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor's daughter


[Chorus]
A7                                     D7
Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
B7                                               E7
Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing
          A7
She said, funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
D7
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
B7                      E7     N.C.                        A
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all


[Instrumental]
E7


[Verse 2]
E7                                   A7
Five miles of road between me and my house
  E7                                             A7
A rosy-throat sheriff and his deputy trackin' me down
        G                  A7               E7
Well, I wish I was back at Baton, takin' it easy
         D                     A                       E
But if a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's got to get greasy


[Chorus]
A7                                     D7
Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
B7                                               E7
Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing
          A7
She said, funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
D7
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
B7                      E7     N.C.                        A
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all


[Instrumental]
G  D  Em  F  Em F# G G# A


[Outro]
A7                                     D7
Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
B7                                               E7
Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing
          A7
She said, funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
D7
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
B7                      E7     N.C.                          A
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all