Put another log on my fire

It`s that kind of song you`d hear out in West Texas,

Southern Mississippi, Louisiana, any place where they

smoke pickey and cigarettes and drink Jack Daniels.

You`ll hear him talking some like this :

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1. Put another log on my fire,

                                                               A

    cook me up some bacon and some beans.

 

    And go out to the car and change the tyre,

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    wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.

 

    (Come on, baby, you can)

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    fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,

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    and boil me up another pot of  tea,

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    Then put another log on my fire, babe,

                                        A                            D

    and come and tell me why you`re leaving me.

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2. Oh, don`t I let you wash the car on Sunday,

                                                                A

    don`t I warn you when you`re getting fat.

      

    Ain`t I take you fishing with me some day,

                                                                          D

    well, a man can`t love a woman more than that.

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    Ain`t I always nice to your kid sister,

                                                    G

    don`t I take her driving every night.

                                                      D

    So sit here at my feet, `cause I like you when you`re sweet,

       \                         A                 D

    you know it ain`t feminine to fight. So... ( rep. verse 1)

 

(Tom Paul Glaze)