Chord Talkin Veterinarian Blues by Corb Lund Band

Chord Lagu Talkin Veterinarian Blues oleh Corb Lund Band - Kumpulan lirik serta kunci gitar yang sangat pas untuk belajar musik. CHORD artist : corb lund song : talkin’ veterinarian blues album : losin’ lately gambler intro : G C A7 G x 2 G C A7 D - - - - - 3 - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - 1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - 3 - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - 3 - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - 3 - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | G C well my Daddy’s a vet and if i was one too , the one thing he D G C A7 D always taught me to do was get paid , cash money . G C jam and eggs is a kind enough thank you , but not for the D bookkeeper , not for the banker G C the margin’s thin on treatin’ large animals unless it’s A D G C A7 D purebred or , more understandable , a racehorse of some kind G C you see son , city folks pay a high dollar to make sure fido D G ain’t hot under the collar , that’s where the money is G C A7 D G C boutique animal hospitals , shopping malls , cocker spaniels , D G C A7 D pomeranians; hang your shingle there was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted wing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors that night it died in the cage , under our care of unknown cause but we’ll make it square , these things happen only one cure though , quick trip to the pet store well mornin’ come , didn’t want to upset her; for her own good i didn’t see a need to tell her "not only you boys fixed his wing , but it appears as though you taught him to sing , you are good doctors! he ain’t never sung before , i’ve had him for years!" when you’ve been in the business as long as i have , you begin to consider the plight of the calves fun lovin’ , frolickin’ , carefree little critters the first few months ain’t all that bad , they’ll never forget the good times they had but then comes fall and brandin’ times , stuck in the ribs with a red hot iron tag in the ear , shots in the hip , the dehornin’ paste and . . . snip , snip , snip welcome to the world little buddy , it’s no picnic i’ve treated my share of sugar beet chokes , if it gets too bad you gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass , dress him out on the spot this one old steer , he choked real bad , in the corner of the pen he’s mighty mad i poked at the beet , it wouldn’t dislodge , the farmer says , "i got a dull knife back at the garage" i said "go get it!" gotta save the meat i made the jugular cut , the steer jumped to his feet , shook his head and coughed up the beet stood there and bled to death in front of his owner "thank you doc . . . what do i owe ya?" well that’s how it goes with the sugar beet chokes just don’t get me started onnnnnnnnnn . . . . . . alfalfa bloats