The Rolling Stones - Rip This Joint: Ukulele Chords

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Mama says yes, Papa says no,
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make up you mind 'cause I gotta go.
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I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall,
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drive myself right over the wall.

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Rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
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round and round and round we go.
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Roll this joint, gonna get down low,
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start my starter, gonna stop the show.

Oh, yeah!

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Mister President, Mister Immigration Man,
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let me in, sweetie, to your fair land.
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I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too,
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Short Fat Fanny is on the loose.
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Dig that sound on the radio,
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then slip it right across into Buffalo.
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Dick and Pat in ole D.C.,
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well they're gonna hold some shit for me!

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Ying yang, you're my thing,
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oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing?
D      G    D
Flip Flop, fit to drop,
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come on baby, won't you let it rock!?

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Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
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From San Jose down to Santa Fe,
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kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day?!
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Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean,
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'cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen.

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Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too,
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some brand new steps and some weight to lose.
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Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low,
 D         G         D
round and round and round we'll go.

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Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn.
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Little Rock fit to drop.
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Aaah, let it rock!