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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #43
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Dennis, Tom and Mike (Fourwood)
Uploaded
December 19, 2017
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 160 kbps • 3:25
Story behind the song
Roy Moore and Jeff Sessions
Lyrics
Battle Hymn of Beauregard (Nutsack)
D G
He rolled her, lord he rolled her
D A
Controlled her till he saw her crimson tide
D G
He told her, lord he told her
D A D
Your mama says someday you’ll be my wife
Bm Em
He was marchin’ on Washington
Bm F#m
God’s little soldier with his tiny gun
Bm Em
He was marchin’ on Washington
Bm F#m Bm
woh oh oh
G D
A sweet home ain’t Alabama
A D
And a mall rat ain’t what we need
G D
A sweet home ain’t Alabama
A G A G
So go back, you nutsack
A G A G
You sick fuck, just go back
A G D
And take that little Beauregard with you
D G
He said darlin’, oh my darlin’
D A
Won’t you let me take you to your high school dance?
D G
He said sweetheart, oh honey sweetheart
D A D
Won’t you put your little hands inside my pants?
Bm Em
He was marchin’ on Washington
Bm F#m
God’s little soldier with his tiny gun
Bm Em
He was marchin’ on Washington
Bm F#m Bm
woh oh oh
G D
A sweet home ain’t Alabama
A D
And a mall rat ain’t what we need
G D
A sweet home ain’t Alabama
A G A G
So go back, you nutsack
A G A G
You sick fuck, just go back
A G D
And take that fuckin’ Beauregard with you
