Tom: A Tune guitar 1/2 step down (from low to high: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb) A Bm "I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born" E A "In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn" A7 D "Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place" E A "In the southeastern portion of this here United States" A7 "Now that's a matter of fact, buddy" D "And you know it well" E A7 "So I just call myself the U.S. Male" A7 "That's M-A-L-E, son. That's me!" Now I said all that to say all this I've been watchin' the way You've been watchin' my miss For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail And you kinda upset this U.S. Male You touch her once with your greasy hands I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band She's wearin' a ring that I bought her on sale And that makes her the property of this U.S. Male D7 A7 You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend D7 A7 The U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in D7 A7 You know what's good for yourself son D7 A7 You better find somebody else son Bm E7 A7 Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow The U.S. Male is on his toes Quit watchin' my woman, for that ain't wise You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes I catch you 'round my woman, champ I'm gonna leave your head 'bout the shape of a stamp Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well To quit playin' games with this U.S. Male You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend The U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in You know what's good for yourself son You better find somebody else son Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male Sock it to me All right...now I'm gonna tell it like it is son I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine I'm gonna lay one on ya. You're talkin' to the U.S. Male The American U.S. Male