{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":957330,"song":"Dixie Drug Store","artist":"Grant Lee Buffalo","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11617836-dixie-drug-store-chords-by-grant-lee-buffalo/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/957330?type=chord","rating":4.63432,"votes":5,"content":"Dixie Drug Store\r\n\r\n\r\nIntro:   [ch]B[/ch]  [ch]A[/ch]  [ch]E[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]B[/ch]\t\t\t       [ch]A[/ch]\t\t           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nIt was muggy July, around supper time when I pulled into New Orleans[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B[/ch]\t\t\t       [ch]A[/ch]\t\t              [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI got dropped off at South Rampart Street, I was hungry for a plate of greens[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B[/ch]\t\t\t  [ch]A[/ch]\t\t         [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI made my down the banquette where I could see an open door[/tab]\r\nAn overhead sign made of painted pine read \"The Dixie Drug Store\"\r\nPeppers and roots were hangin' from the rafters above\r\nThere oils and sprays all on display, for money, luck and for love\r\nI reached down to pick one up but a dark hand grabbed my arm\r\nAnd before I could see  just who it was, she said  \"You don't want that charm.\"\r\n\"The last man to walk that thing outta here just up and disappeared.\"\r\n\"They found his wallet and his wing-tip shoes near a tombstone down in Algiers.\"\r\n\"What you need my travelin' friend is a place to wash your jeans,\"\r\n\"And I wouldn't be the least surprised if you were hungry for a plate of greens.\"\r\nShe beckoned me on up the stairs 'cause she'd done made up her mind\r\nShe said: \"Take off your hat and kick off your boots and leave your pride\r\nbehind.\"\r\n\r\nShe took me down to a secret place in the bayou of her blankets\r\nShe offered to share her bourbon, I thanked her then I drank it\r\nThrough a small crack in the ceiling burst the Louisiana moon\r\nIt  shone down on our bodies and we began to croon\r\nLike a couple of coyotes we were howlin' through the night\r\nAnd I swear they were beatin' those congo drums outside\r\n\r\nWe laughed until the morning, by then my pants had dried\r\nI picked up my hat and pulled on my boots and I gathered up my pride\r\nI figured she had done slipped out, I couldn't see her anywhere\r\nAnd I set out to find her and I headed on downstairs\r\nI got down to the bottom and I couldn't believe my eyes: gone were all\r\nthe bottles and the remedy supplies\r\nI shouted out for Mary, I darted out the door\r\nAn old man on the wooden porch said: \"What you in there for?\"\r\n\"Son, you got no business, the hoodoo stores been closed. Long as I\r\nremember, a century I suppose.\"\r\n\" But, mister, I just spent the night with a young girl named Laveau.\"\r\nHe said: \"The widow Paris done had a little laugh on you.\"\r\nI said: \"You mean to tell me that was the Voodooin'?\"\r\nHe nodded, \"Yes, none other - the Queen of New Orleans.\"","plain_text":"Dixie Drug Store\n\n\nIntro:   B  A  E\n\n\n\n\nAn overhead sign made of painted pine read \"The Dixie Drug Store\"\nPeppers and roots were hangin' from the rafters above\nThere oils and sprays all on display, for money, luck and for love\nI reached down to pick one up but a dark hand grabbed my arm\nAnd before I could see  just who it was, she said  \"You don't want that charm.\"\n\"The last man to walk that thing outta here just up and disappeared.\"\n\"They found his wallet and his wing-tip shoes near a tombstone down in Algiers.\"\n\"What you need my travelin' friend is a place to wash your jeans,\"\n\"And I wouldn't be the least surprised if you were hungry for a plate of greens.\"\nShe beckoned me on up the stairs 'cause she'd done made up her mind\nShe said: \"Take off your hat and kick off your boots and leave your pride\nbehind.\"\n\nShe took me down to a secret place in the bayou of her blankets\nShe offered to share her bourbon, I thanked her then I drank it\nThrough a small crack in the ceiling burst the Louisiana moon\nIt  shone down on our bodies and we began to croon\nLike a couple of coyotes we were howlin' through the night\nAnd I swear they were beatin' those congo drums outside\n\nWe laughed until the morning, by then my pants had dried\nI picked up my hat and pulled on my boots and I gathered up my pride\nI figured she had done slipped out, I couldn't see her anywhere\nAnd I set out to find her and I headed on downstairs\nI got down to the bottom and I couldn't believe my eyes: gone were all\nthe bottles and the remedy supplies\nI shouted out for Mary, I darted out the door\nAn old man on the wooden porch said: \"What you in there for?\"\n\"Son, you got no business, the hoodoo stores been closed. Long as I\nremember, a century I suppose.\"\n\" But, mister, I just spent the night with a young girl named Laveau.\"\nHe said: \"The widow Paris done had a little laugh on you.\"\nI said: \"You mean to tell me that was the Voodooin'?\"\nHe nodded, \"Yes, none other - the Queen of New Orleans.\"","chords":["B","A","E"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}