Buddy Guy - high heel sneakers

Intro: just some blues scales in C

Play this over and over

4 x C7

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2 x F7

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1 x G7

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1 x F7
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Put on your red dress baby
honey ,we´re going down tonight
Put on your red dress baby
Honey, we´re going down tonight
I want you to wear your boxing glowes
In case some fool might wanna fight

Put on your high heel sneakers
Throw that wighat on your head
Put on your high heel sneakers
Throw that wighat on your head
Oh I know your gona get real high
Honey I know you´r gona knock ´em dead

Want you to talk to me baby mama and hold me tight
Keep on holding me baby
Tell your home is just right
Put on your high red dress moma
Wear your wighat on your head
I want you to hold your head kind of high
Because I know your gona knock´em dead

Put on your white boots baby
Don´t let ´em go so high
Put on your white boots baby
Pull ´em upon your legs a`so high
Lord I want you to look real good you´d better even hide your tie

Lord I wanted you to call my name this morning
Call it so sweet little lord
And made me think little girl
Lord i´m gona tear the floor
Put on your high heel sneakers
Wear that wighat on your head
Want you to wave your dress real high
Because I know you´r gona knock ´em dead

Raise your werly woman
Raise her soft and slow
See a man down there could be
You mean I don't know
Girl I ain´t going out that door
Wanna se a man down south
Looks like you´ll be how do I know

Could be your man how do I know
Could be your man how do I know
Could be your man how do I know
Could be your man how do I know
Could be that man how do I know

Put on your red dress
Wear that wighead on your head
Put on your red dress baby
Wear your wighead on your head
Want you to cock your 45 in´case some fool might wanna fight

Know your gona get real high
And I know your gona knock ´em dead
Oh and I know your gona get real high
And I know your gona knock ´em dead

Outro

You might want to listen to the song send me e-mail if you dont find this song on the net (it´s rare)

Tip: you can play it in other tones for example E A and H (B)
                                                A D and E