Waylon Jennings - Cut The Mustard Chords

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It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Miss Dolly was a having a bar- b- que
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And I just happened to be easily strolling by (my, my, what a strollin' guy)
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She hollered "Mel come in, have a taste, this stuff's too good to go to waste"
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"You aint' tried nothing 'til you tried this sauce of mine" (hey Hoss, her sauce is boss)

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I said "now, I don't wanna hurt your pride"
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"You're cooking is known far and wide"
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"But I'm expected home for dinner so I must decline" (wonder why he must decline)
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But Dolly yelled "what's the matter buster, Are you too old to cut the mustard?"
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I turned my silver head and I replied...

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"No, I ain't too old to cut the mustard, I'm just too tired to spread it around"
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"So I gotta turn you and your bar- b- que down, down, down, down
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"So leave me alone, I'm goin' on home to the best home cookin in town"
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I ain't too old to cut the mustard, just too tired to spread it around

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And you ladies, you're watchin' me sing and play
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With my belly kinda flabby and my hair kinda gray
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And I see you lookin' that old time way at me...and me
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And me, and me 

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We hate to see you get your hopes deflated
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And uh, we hate to see you, uh, humiliated
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So before you storm the stage so shamelessly

Slippin' us all them love notes...And flowers...And them motel ke    
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Let us decline so graciously

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You see, we ain't too old to cut the mustard, just too tired to spread it around
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On every juicy little hamburger in this town, town, town, town
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So leave me alone, I'm gonna go home to the best home cookin' I've found
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And we ain't too old to cut the mustard, just to tired to spread it around (around)
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Too tired to spread it around