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 D/A You sure ripped the low ones off me A magnet brought you to me Told me your name was Jo You said you liked my music And you really did enjoy the show Now I want to play piano But my fingers don't agree They're busy on you woman And I feel your fingers working on me Chorus It's time to leave you honey I know you're feeling sad Don't you cry now baby You know that only makes me mad I see you everywhere I go Every town and place I can't recall your name But I know I won't forget your sweet face Chorus: You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me Because you're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D G |