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Flinty Kind Of Woman by Dar Williams

Dar Williams - Flinty Kind Of Woman



INTRO: Am


It's a small town life and I like it
           D                     Am
'Cause the bad don't get in your way

There's an angry god gonna strike it
      F                           G
Yeah, that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray


        Am
Well, I guess the angry god he was a-fishing
     D                           Am
When Molly called me up with the news

Within the space of a week
        F
Yeah, a pervert or a sex freak 
        C
Let the kids take a peek
       G
That's more than a little cheek
N.C.     Am
No pun intended


CHORUS:
G                 C
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
      F                          C
Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman
        Am                      Dm
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children
       G                                 Am
If the young man wants to see the sun go down



So, there was no time fooling with the trifles
          D                     Am
There was no use in telling the men

They would just go running for their rifles
    F                               G
And then once you got him, couldn't get him again


    Am
So, Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
    D                       Am
And Marge got her gardening clips

And Sally LaBiche
        F
Put her hound on a leash
        C
And the timer on the quiche
      G
She's kind of nouveau riche
N.C.   Am
But we like her


CHORUS:
G                 C
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
      F                          C
Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman
        Am                      Dm
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children
       G                                 Am
If the young man wants to see the sun go down



It was the kids who spotted him a-running
      D                         Am
As we drove through the harbour fog

And that's when we got our engines gunning
          F                          G
'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog


           Am
We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on
          D                       Am
And Molly got the big flashlights out

And by the "Welcome to New England" sign
F
Got him with the fishing line
       C              G
In the dark, smell of brine
      
Betty said "This one is mine."
N.C.   Am
She is ruthless


CHORUS:
G                 C
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
      F                          C
Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman
        Am                  Dm
And you just say no and you don't touch my children
       G                                 Am
If the young man wants to see the sun go down



Well, we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
           D                        Am
'Cause you don't have to take it so far

When your roots go back to Old Salem
           F                            G
And you've got a local chapter of the DAR


      Am
Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters
            D                          Am
'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid

But it's a victory won
       F
And it couldn't be done
       C               
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky
G
Fun-in-the-sun
N.C.    Am
Braless wonders


CHORUS:
G                 C
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
      F                          C
Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman
        Am                      Dm
And you know your place and you don't touch my children
       G                                 Am
If the young man wants to see the sun go down
       Dm    N.C.                        Am
If the young man wants to see the sun go down