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                 By /TRAVIS TRITT Featuring Little Feat
                                   
Into: E/CHORD


E
Well he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher
In the church that I grew up in 
She was a looker from Atlanta Led the choir, played piano
       B
Had a body that was made for sin
E                          
She didn,t care that he was married cos the torch that she carried
     A
Was hotter then the fires of hell 
E 
She had plans to seduce him 
        A                B
If she could she would loosen 
                      E
A notch in the Bible belt
E
So she called him up at home,  When she knew he'd be alone,
Said, preacher I could use advice
I got troubles with a man,   That I know you'll understand
              B
If you could help me it would sure be nice 
E
They met a few minutes after,   In the office of the pastor
          A
And she started telling how she felt
         E
What a chance they were takin'
           A
When they first started breakin'
     B                 E
The laws of the Bible belt


Chorus: 
           A
There's a lot of good people 

Who are led astray 
      E
That believe what the Good Book said
           A
Well I'll tall ya something brother 

When you're dealin' with the devil
      F#                    B
It's tough to keep a level head
      E
It's hard to imagine how the flames of passion 
     A
Can burn till your soul will melt
            E
And it'll spread like a cancer 
     A
But you're gonna have to answer
        B                  E
To the lord and the Bible belt


Guitar/piano: E-A-E-A-F#-B
              E-A-E-A-B-E
Verse:II
E
Someone said they went to Vegas,  Back home it didn't take us long 
To hear the news of what they did
Nobody could believe  That he left his wife to grieve
B
Alone with two preschool kids
E
I don't know how there doin'
But I know that they're screwin' up 
   A
A good thing they once had
      E
They better get their heads together
             A
Or they're gonna slap leather
          B                  E
With the Lord and the Bible belt


Repeat chorus:
             E
They better get their heads together
             A
Or they're gonna slap leather 
          B                  E
With the Lord and the Bible belt


Outro: E &amp; RIFF:
  
E---------12-9------------
B---------12-9-8-7-5------
G------------------------- OR I COULD BE WRONG!
D-------------------------
A-------------------------
E-------------------------




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