Tom: F#m
A D
She was Six foot Three
A D
She could bench press me
D A
Had a voice like a young Charlie Pride
A
Well she walked up to you
Said honey how do you do
D E
I know you ain't here with this guy
Chorus:
A Dm D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Am A E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m A G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
A E A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag
Verse 2:
A
She gave you a wink
Bought you a drink
D A
Wrote her phone number down on your hand
D
She was well on her way
A
Just hit second base
D E
I'd 'bout damn had all I could stand
Chorus:
A Dm D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Am A E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m A G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
A E A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag
Verse 3:
F#m
She was flexin' her muscles
E
An flickin' her bean
A E
She was lonesome, onry and mean
Chorus:
A Dm D
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Am A E
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
F#m A G
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
Am G
Dear old dad
A E A
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag
