Ride My Bike Ian Egenberger` E Blues with breaks E (break) E7 (break) Well you can sit on my handlebar, I'll take ya for a ride E (break) E E7 when you get off, you'll be satisfied Chorus A7 Won't ya ride my bike (Ride my bike) E7 Take a ride on my bike (Ride my bike) B7 A7 E7 B7 Won't ya ride my bike babe, I'll take ya anywhere ya like I got a sissy bar and a banana seat, even got some pegs where you can rest your feet Chorus You can honk my horn, mama, ring my bell Let's play a little game of show and tell Chorus (with bike horns/bells) I ain't cajoling, I ain't trying to coax ya You got me doing circles like the cards in my spokes, so Chorus You turn me on like a dynamo light Let the whole world see as we go riding at night Chorus This ain’t no rusty ol’ Raleigh, ain’t no flyin’ pidgeon we’ll go cruisin’ in style on my ‘62 Schwinn Chorus When I left this morning, I said I's coming back Now I find another bike shackled to your rack Chorus What's wrong with my bike? (Ride my bike) You used to ride my bike (Ride my bike) come back and ride my bike, I'll take ya anywhere ya like

Bumpkin Lovin' I IV Asked for a sarsaparilla, handed me a root beer I V It’s so darn hot that I really don’t care I IV does the trick, wets my whistle, while I cut ‘round the gristle I V Steak’s well done, I ordered it rare I got me a mandolin and hair on my man-chin I don’t own a mansion but I l gotta new shed Sleep with a box fan, blowin’ on my arm tan My skin don’t brown, but it turns a pretty red Pretty red lipstick Suckin’ on her fingertip And what does it mean? I begin to wonder Thinkin’ that she wants me and you know that I want her And if we got together we might have us a daughter Chorus IV Because them sons are no good I Yeah, they’re knockin’ up the neighborhood V Don’t want a whole mess of grandkids I Thinkin’ one or two or three would be good And I’m thinking that she wants me (wants me) And I know that I want her (want her) And if we got together, We might have us a daughter Verse 2 So I’ll buy her a drink when I get another rootbeer Give her a wink just to make things clear Tip my hat, howdy ma’am, wanna see my grand am It goes real fast when I’m in the right gear Yes and if’n she’ll abide we can take a little ride She can go alongside, this love struck man If everything goes right she can see my shed tonight And maybe we’ll awaken to the spinnng of the fan We’ll put a bun in the oven, show the world our bumpkin lovin’ lovin' each other, come hell or high water But only if she wants me, the way that I want her And if we got together we might have us a daughter Chorus

Die with a guitar in my hand lyrics by Ian Egenberger D / D / D / D / D / D / A7 / A7 D / D / D / D / D / D / D / D Johnny, was born in Louisiana Not far from New Orleans He learned to pick guitar on a box of cigars Fitted with piano wire strings x2 When Johnny left the country He hopped on a northbound train Said “I’ll be the leader of a big ol’ band, Drive them city girls insane” x2 When Johnny rolled into that city With a brand new guitar in his hand He walked downtown, searching club after club But Johnny, he could not find a band x2 So Johnny he asked a performer A man with an electric keyboard, “can you boogie woogie with a steady roll?” (he said) “son, we don’t need to anymore” x2 The performer, he called out to Johnny And turned on his machine He said “this’ll take the place of your eight piece band, It’ll do things you have never scene” x2 But when Johnny heard that click track With them electronic drums He turned from the man and away he ran (shouting) “Lord, it’s kingdom come!” x2 Johnny he set up on the corner Singing “man ain’t nothing but a man, But I’ve got soul in my fingers and my toes And I’ll die with a guitar in my hand” x4

It’s Only Normal to be Weird Ian Egenberger C E7 A7 Everybody’s talkin’ bout tryin’ to fit in D7 G C No one wants to be the odd one out E7 A7 Cuz they’ll look at you, they’ll laugh at you, and to your chagrin D7 G G7 They’ll ask you what your deal is all about C E7 A7 But once they see, how comfortably, you let it all slide D7 G C They’ll leave their preconceptions on the shelf F F#dim C A7 After all the wolrd is just a great big ride D7 G C And it’s way more fun to be yourself E7 A7 There’s nothing wrong with being different D7 G7 C Differences make the world go ‘round E7 A7 Even when we try not to be different D7 G7 Differences can still be found, so C E7 A7 If you want to dance a jig, just dance right along D7 G C If you want jam, pick it up by ear (I’ll bet you can) E7 A7 If you feel like hangin’ out, then stay a little while D7 G7 If you wanna get goin’ then disappear (We don’t care) C E7 A7 If you want to cut your hair, you can buzz it all off D7 G C Or grow yourself a great big bushy beard F F#dim C A7 Just be yourself, whatever you do D7 G C A7 It’s only normal to be weird, I say It’s only normal to be weird It’s only normal to be weird I say I tell ya It’s only normal to be weird (It’s only normal) It’s weird to be normal It’s only normal to be weird, I say If there’s nothing weird about ya, that’s what’s weird about ya, It’s only, Normal, to be Weird!

Fly Whiskey (Egenberger/Wynn) ¾ Waltz Time Intro A Section (Banjo/Fiddle A / A / A / A A / A / D / D B Section (Full Band) D / A / A / A D / A / E / A 3 Bar Interlude A / A / A My glass was on empty, I reached for my jug Looked down as I poured and I noticed a bug Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Now you're something new Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Don't know what to do (3 bar interlude) There's a fly in my whiskey And it's still alive If I drink up this whiskey The fly won't survive Fly whiskey, fly whiskey You swim in my cup Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Let's both get fucked up (3 bar interlude followed by Buzzing Hiccups/Fiddle Solo over A and B Sections) I picked up my glass For to take a drink That bug jumped upon me 'Twas no fly, I think Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Is that what you are Without any wings I doubt you'll fly far (3 bar interlude) I looked at the critter That landed on me Examined it closer I think it's a flea Flea whiskey, flea whiskey He's drinking for free My blood or my whiskey The next rounds on me (interlude plus fiddle instrumental over A Section) Flea whiskey, flea whiskey He's drinking for free (rit.) My blood or my whiskey The next rounds on me

Memphis Police Ian Egenberger E A A7 Chicago undercover, wrote me a hefty fine E E6 E F# B7 when they caught me lightnin' up, 'neath a nonsmoking sign E A A7 but the toughest police force, the worst cops I ever did see E E6 E B7 E were them redneck pigs, way down south, down in Memphis, Tennessee Chorus; E E7 Memphis Police, Memphis Police A A7 When will this brutality cease, B7 C7 B7 Once yer caught you don't get released E [2/4]B [4/4]E By the Memphis Police, they’re disturbin' our peace Got the NYPD blues, when I was traveling there Don't toke up, whatever you do, when you're chillin' in Washington Square The cops act tough, but fair enough, the judge gave a slap on the wrist In retrospect compared to these rednecks, its a place that I sure have missed Chorus (Solo over the Verse) I was locked up in San Quentin, and at Folsom I did my time Got stuck in Lodi, CA, tryin' to make a dime Lived in tent city, under Maricopa Sheriff Joe Still I'm tellin' you people that Shelby County ain't a place you ever wanna go Chorus Verse E / E / A / A7 / E / E6 E / F# / B7 E / E / A / A7 / E / E6 E / B7 / E Chorus E / E7 / A / A7 / B7 / C7 B7 E / 2/4 B7 / 4/4 E / E

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