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Jackie's Ribs1993 Portland, OR
C I was walkin down the street With holes in my feet G Lookin' for a place to call home F G A door opened wide F G I stepped right inside F G CG A place they called Jackie's Ribs I didn't have any money But I looked at my honey With eyes sayin' this ain't the place She flipped me the bird And with several stern words I took the job at Jackie's Ribs (Chorus) A G I'd rather be a rock and roll star A G Or traveling on an airplane so far A G But I need a buck A G And I'm fresh out of luck F G CG So I took the job at Jackie's Ribs Up came opening day I was barely awake When they called me up to serve my first rib It looked like Mc Donalds But the clown wasn't Rondald It was the owner of Jackie's Ribs Ol' Tonya was there And Tracy'd done up her hair Juanita wished she'd never left Belize (w/Backup Vocals) E took a puff And he cooked up some stuff And we opened up the doors to Jackie's Ribs Had a cook named Jerome Called the planet his home Megan saw it all as a script I held back my cries And served up some fries 'Cause they didn't tip at Jackie's Ribs (Chorus) (Jam) Well it's been fifteen years And God knows why I'm still here But I think I might just offer you a clue Hot medium or milder Those Friday nights got wilder Down at Jackie's Ribs
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