WHOA BOY!

Res Smith

A
Well, way down yonder in New Orleans
The black cat jumped on the sewing machine
D
Sewing machine caught the black cat's tail
A - Break
And you could hear that black cat yell
D A
Whoa boy (whoa boy), whoa boy (whoa boy)
E
Whoa boy, this done gone too far

Instrumental (12 bar Blues in A)

Well, I picked up my gal in the middle of town

She said, come on Luke let's ride around
Just when things were like they oughta be
There stood here husband, six foot three
I hollored whoa boy (whoa boy), whoa boy (whoa boy)
Whoa boy, this done gone too far

Well, me and my gal was at a party the other night

We were smoochin' and holdin' each another tight
Just when about to have a little fun
I looked down the barrel of a big shotgun
I hollored whoa boy (whoa boy), whoa boy (whoa boy)
Whoa boy, this time you gone too far

Well, way down yonder in New Orleans

The black cat jumped on the sewing machine
Sewing machine caught the black cat's tail
And you could hear that black cat yell
Whoa boy (whoa boy), whoa boy (whoa boy)
Whoa boy, this done gone too far