Kuschty Rye

(Lane/Lambert)

 

 

oh where I come from

there ain't nobody

nobody quite like you

who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday

and always evades the truth

whose lingo comes form God knows where

and he surely knows more than I

who also knows how mocked I am

when you call me a Kuschty Rye

 

And I say hey honey,

I hold you way up too high for me

woah, come on baby

I put you way up too high for me

 

she learned me life is sweet

and God is good

and he always will provide

she taught me all I never knew

and she taught me more besides

 

so I said hey come on honey,

I hold you way up too high for me

woah, now come on baby

I put you way up too high for me

 

said where I come from

there ain't nobody

nobody quite like you

who blessed my soul she swears on Sunday

always evades the truth

whose lingo comes from God knows where

and he surely knows more than I

who also knows how mocked I am

when you call me a Kuschty Rye

 

so I said hey honey,

I hold you way up too high for me

woah, now come on baby

I put you way up too high for me

woah, sugar

I hold you way up too high for me

Chords:

Intro:  G  C repeat.
G                  C
Oh where I come from there ain't nobody
           G
Nobody quite like you.
             C
who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday and
          G
Always evades the truth. Whose lingo
       C
Comes from God knows where and he surely
       G
Knows more than I.
       C
Who knows how mocked I am when you call
         G
Me your Kuschty Rye.

CHORUS:
G         C
And I say hey honey, I hold you way up
        G          C
Too high for me. Wooh come on baby I put
             G
You way up too high for me.
G                        C
She'd learned me life is sweet and God is
              G
Good and he always will provide.
             C
She taught me all I never knew and she
         G
Taught me more besides.
     REPEAT CHORUS
G                   C
Said where I come from there ain't
               G
Nobody, nobody quite like you.
              C
Who blessed my soul she swears on Sunday
           G
Always evades the truth.
              C
Whose lingo comes from God knows where
                G
And he surely knows more than I.
        C
Who knows how mocked I am when you call
       G
me a Kuschty Rye
REPEAT CHORUS

 

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