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[Intro] A [Verse 1] A D Well I'm a rock and roll preacher D Not a Sunday school teacher D You ain't no shady lady A But I love the way you strut your stuff D You're a snow queen looking mean D Trying to make it on the scene D I guess you love it D Because I always see you hangin' around, A Oh, hangin' atound, [Chorus] A C G A You're a high ball shooter G D A You make it easy to see C A G High ball shooter N.C. D/A You sure ripped the low ones off me [Verse 2] D A magnet brought you to me D Told me your name was Jo D You said you liked my music D A And you really did the show D Now I wanna play piano D But my fingers don't agree D They're busy on you woman A And I feel your fingers working on me [Chorus] A C G A You're a high ball shooter G D A You make it easy to see C A G High ball shooter N.C. D/A You sure ripped the low ones off me [Keyboard Solo] A G D C x8 A [Verse 3] A D It's time to leave you honey D I know you're feeling sad D Don't you cry now baby A You know that only makes me mad D I see you everywhere I go D Every town and place D I can't recall your name D A But I know I won't forget your sweet face [Out-Chorus] A C G A You're a high ball shooter G D A You make it easy to see C A G High ball shooter N.C. D/A You sure ripped the low ones off me C G A 'Cause you're a high ball shooter G D A You make it easy to see C A G High ball shooter N.C. D/A You sure ripped the low ones off me N.C. A Sure ripped the low ones off me