Capo V

(Em)It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the (Am)bad don't get in your (Em)way
There's an angry God gonna strike it
Yeah, (C)that's what we pay him for, (D)that's why we pray
Well I (Em)guess the angry God he was a-fishing
When (Am)Molly called me up with the (Em)news
Within the space of a week
Yeah, a (C)pervert or a sex freak
(G)Let the kids take a peek
That's (D)more than a little cheek
No pun in(Em)tended

(D)Ai-yi-yipee-yipee-(G)yi-yi-ay
Going (C)east of Mississippi got a (G)flinty kind of (D)woman
And you (Em)don't act smart and you (Am)don't touch my children
If the (D)young man wants to see the sun go (Em)down

(Em)Well there was no time fooling with the trifles
So there was (Am)no use in telling the (Em)men
They would just go running for their rifles
And (C)then once you got him couldn't (D)get him again
So (Em)Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
And (Am)Marge got her gardening (Em)clips
And Sally LaBiche put her (C)hound on a leash
And the (G)timer on the quiche, she's (D)kind of nouveau riche
But we (Em)like her

(D)Ai-yi-yipee-yipee-(G)yi-yi-ay
Going (C)east of Mississippi got a (G)flinty kind of (D)woman
And you (Em)don't act fresh and you (Am)don't touch my children
If the (D)young man wants to see the sun go (Em)down

(Em)It was the kids who spotted him a running
As we (Am)drove through the harbor (Em)fog
And that's when we got our engines gunning
'Cause we (C)knew he was headed for the (D)cranberry bog
We got our (Em)hip-high rubber boots strapped on
And Molly (Am)got the big flashlights (Em)out
And by the "Welcome to New England" sign
(C)Got him with the fishing line
(G)In the dark smell of brine
(D)Betty said "This one is mine."
She is (Em)ruthless

(D)Ai-yi-yipee-yipee-(G)yi-yi-ay
Going (C)east of Mississippi got a (G)flinty kind of (D)woman
And you (Em)just say no and you (Am)don't touch my children
If the (D)young man wants to see the sun go (Em)down

(Em)Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you (Am)don't have to take it so (Em)far
When your roots go back to Old Salem
And you've (C)got a local chapter of the (D)DAR
Now I (Em)don't go tooting on my lobsters
'Cause your (Am)pride doesn't go with your (Em)plaid
But it's a victory won and it (C)couldn't be done
By the (G)hippy-dippy flaky-shaky (D)fun-in-the-sun
Braless (Em)wonders

(D)Ai-yi-yipee-yipee-(G)yi-yi-ay
Going (C)east of Mississippi got a (G)flinty kind of (D)woman
And you (Em)know your place and you (Am)don't touch my children
If the (D)young man wants to see the sun go (Em)down
If the (D)young man wants to see the sun go (Em)down