Artist - Keller Williams Song - Passapatanzy Intro: e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| Verse: G C G C Driving on down 218 Not a blue light to be seen C F C F I'm comin' up on ol' 7-0 G C G C Down 600 I do go F C D I'm cruising along with the radio on and my hands upon the wheel As I race I can almost taste my evening meal Trailers, logs, horses, dogs for me to see F C D D D D D It's a day in the life in Passapatanzy e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| Got enough wood to last a week The old pile's lookin' pretty neat Well the pickup will hold a half a cord Any more than that we need help from the Lord There's plenty of kindling that's laying out in the yard If we run out of newspaper I can use an old deck of cards Take the soft section off of a rotten old downed tree Sweatin' in the free heat in Passapatanzy Bridge: B Well now she was in heat and we can't compete G With her boyfriends A G At nights just for fun she sleeps in the sun e|-------------------| B|-------------------| G|----------------0--| D|------0h2p0h2po----| A|-0h2---------------| E|-------------------| She don't wanna be let in B That seedy mutt, she's gettin' a gut G There ain't no need to fuss A G She brings an adder home every night D D D D D That canine eats better than us e|-------------------| |-------------------| B|-------------------| |-------------------| G|-------------------| |----------------0--| D|-------------0h2p0-| |---------0h2p0-----| A|-8-7-5---0h2-------| x3 |-----0h2-----------| E|-3-3-3-------------| |-0h3---------------| My love will make you feel so tall Watch out for that ceiling fan it'll catch you in the jaw My wicker chair will rock you right asleep Even if you dangle your feet My washer bangs a trottle beat So we can tell the Lord Appliances can make music too But they cannot write no songs Won't you please take my hand And dance around with me It's a day in the life In Passapatanzy