C {verse 1] F In a town about the size of a truck-stop or bigger C G Lived Linda Bohannon, a natural queen C F She lived with her folks in a little white farmhouse C G C She helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans [Verse 2] F Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror C G And any would say, there was much to admire C F Every turn of the curve of her body was flawless C G C From pretty white teeth to her shiny blond hair [Verse 3] F One day, as she stood by the road leading Westward C G In blue jeans and t-shirt and mail-order boots C F The tractors and trailers and pick-ups, saw Linda C G C The drivers all slowed down to holler and hoot [Verse 4] F They received, not a smile from miss Linda Bohannon C G No bag and no brush did she hold in her hand C F Just Linda Bohannon, a physical treasure C G C D Stepped into a light-blue Mercedes Benz [Bridge] /* Spoken */ D And this is one of those times D That we wish we knew the missing parts to these stories D But this is all we know [Verse 5] D G She was missing a week and her parents were worried D A7 She called Sunday morning and said, "I'm okay" D G Well, Bohannons don't talk much, but we found out later D A D She called from a movie star's house in L.A [Verse 6] G She's home now and been here for six years or seven D A7 She brought home a baby, a fine-looking lad D G Well Bohannons don't talk much, and Linda don't either D A D And nobody told us a thing about his dad [Verse 7] G Well she's pretty as ever and she works in a gift shop D A7 Looks after her boy and she don't ask for help D G She watches the re-runs of an old TV western D A7 D And the boy looks a lot like a re-run himself
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