Deep Purple

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A           D
Well I'm a rock and roll preacher
D
Not a Sunday school teacher
D
You ain't no shady lady
                                    A
But I love the way you strut your stuff
           D
You're a snow queen looking mean
D
Trying to make it on the scene
D
I guess you love it
D
Because I always see you hangin' around,
A
Oh, hangin' atound,

Chorus:
A         C               G A
You're a high ball shooter
G           D        A
You make it easy to see
 C               A G
High ball shooter
                                 D/A
You sure ripped the low ones off me

A magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was Jo
You said you liked my music
And you really did enjoy the show
Now I want to play piano
But my fingers don't agree
They're busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers working on me

chorus

It's time to leave you honey
I know you're feeling sad
Don't you cry now baby
You know that only makes me mad
I see you everywhere I go
Every town and place
I can't recall your name
But I know I won't forget your sweet face

Chorus:
You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
Because you're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me