{"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":953391,"song":"Talkin Veterinarian Blues","artist":"Corb Lund","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/953391-talkin-veterinarian-blues-chords-by-corb-lund/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/953391?type=chord","rating":3.90936,"votes":6,"content":"Artist: Corb Lund\r\nSong: Talkin' Veterinarian Blues\r\nAlbum: Losin' Lately Gambler\r\n\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]A7[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]   x2\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]A7[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\ne|-----3---------|----------------|------------------|-----2--------|\r\nB|---------------|-1--------------|--------2---------|-------3------|\r\nG|---------------|----------------|------------------|-----2--------|\r\nD|---------------|-------2--------|--------2---------|--------------|\r\nA|---2-----------|-----------3----|------------------|--------------|\r\nE|-----3---------|----------------|------------------|--------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWell my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one thing he[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]   [ch]C[/ch]   [ch]A7[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]\r\nalways taught me to do was get paid, cash money.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nJam and eggs is a kind enough thank you, but not for the[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nbookkeeper, not for the banker[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe margin's thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]D[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]A7[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]\r\npurebred or, more understandable, a racehorse of some kind[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nYou see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make sure Fido[/tab]\r\n[tab]                         [ch]D[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nain't hot under the collar, that's where the money is[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]   [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]A7[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBoutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, cocker spaniels,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]   [ch]A7[/ch]    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nPomeranians; hang your shingle[/tab]\r\n\r\nThere was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted\r\nwing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors\r\nThat night it died in the cage, under our care of\r\nunknown cause but we'll make it square, these things happen\r\nOnly one cure though, quick trip to the pet store\r\nWell, mornin' come, didn't want to upset her; for her own\r\ngood I didn't see a need to tell her\r\n\"Not only you boys fixed his wing, but it appears as though\r\nyou taught him to sing, you are good doctors!\r\nHe ain't never sung before, I've had him for years!\"\r\n\r\nWhen you've been in the business as long as I have, you\r\nbegin to consider the plight of the calves\r\nFun lovin', frolickin', carefree little critters\r\nThe first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never forget\r\nthe good times they had\r\nBut then comes fall and brandin' times, stuck in the ribs with\r\na red hot iron\r\nTag in the ear, shots in the hip, the dehornin' paste and...\r\nsnip, snip, snip\r\nWelcome to the world little buddy, it's no picnic\r\n\r\nI've treated my share of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad\r\nyou gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, dress him\r\nout on the spot\r\nThis one old steer, he choked real bad, in the corner of the\r\npen he's mighty mad\r\nI poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the farmer says, \"I\r\ngot a dull knife back at the garage\"\r\nI said \"Go get it!\" Gotta save the meat\r\nI made the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook\r\nhis head and coughed up the beet\r\nStood there and bled to death in front of his owner\r\n\"Thank you Doc... what do I owe ya?\"\r\nWell, that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes\r\nJust don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats","plain_text":"Artist: Corb Lund\nSong: Talkin' Veterinarian Blues\nAlbum: Losin' Lately Gambler\n\n\nIntro: G     C     A7     G   x2\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted\nwing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors\nThat night it died in the cage, under our care of\nunknown cause but we'll make it square, these things happen\nOnly one cure though, quick trip to the pet store\nWell, mornin' come, didn't want to upset her; for her own\ngood I didn't see a need to tell her\n\"Not only you boys fixed his wing, but it appears as though\nyou taught him to sing, you are good doctors!\nHe ain't never sung before, I've had him for years!\"\n\nWhen you've been in the business as long as I have, you\nbegin to consider the plight of the calves\nFun lovin', frolickin', carefree little critters\nThe first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never forget\nthe good times they had\nBut then comes fall and brandin' times, stuck in the ribs with\na red hot iron\nTag in the ear, shots in the hip, the dehornin' paste and...\nsnip, snip, snip\nWelcome to the world little buddy, it's no picnic\n\nI've treated my share of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad\nyou gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, dress him\nout on the spot\nThis one old steer, he choked real bad, in the corner of the\npen he's mighty mad\nI poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the farmer says, \"I\ngot a dull knife back at the garage\"\nI said \"Go get it!\" Gotta save the meat\nI made the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook\nhis head and coughed up the beet\nStood there and bled to death in front of his owner\n\"Thank you Doc... what do I owe ya?\"\nWell, that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes\nJust don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats","chords":["G","C","A7","D","B","A","E"],"chord_diagrams":{"A7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,0,2,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,2,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}