Janine

A
From dusk 'til dawn she's high in the saddle,
Out back stock camp cutting out cattle.
E
Crack of the stock whip, her hat's down low,
            A
Gives 'em a run for their money at the rodeo.
  A7
Janine, baby where've you been?
  D7                           A
Janine, you're every cowhand's dream.
E9
Hotter than a bushfire,
                       A
Cooler than a mountain stream.
     A
Well Davey got drunk and he put it on her,
She socked him in the kisser, and Davey was a goner.
    E
The boys all cheered when she laid him out flat,
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Now whatcha gonna do with a girl like that?
  A7
Janine, baby where've you been?
  D7                           A
Janine, you're every cowhand's dream.
E9
Hotter than a bushfire,
                       A
Cooler than a mountain stream.

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    A
Now some might say that Janine ain't so pretty,
A little too tough and a little too gritty.
        E
But she holds her own, let's make one thing clear,
A
That's the kind of woman that we love around here.
  A7
Janine, baby where've you been?
  D7                           A
Janine, you're every cowhand's dream.
E9                                             A
Hotter than a bushfire, cooler than a mountain stream.
E9                                   A
Nobody does it, does it like sweet Janine.

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