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Song:      Lovin & Huggin
Performer: Hank Williams, III
Author:    Hank Williams, III
Album:     Lovesick, Broke & Driftin (Curb Records 2002) 
Notes:     4/4 in E.  * - indicates chord stop with riff

INTRO: E for 2 measures

E
Well, we were lovin and a-huggin and a-kissin and a-squeezin on a Friday an 
Saturday night.
       A
Just a-dancin and a-prancin and a lot a romancin and, Boy, did it sure feel 
right.
              B
But now we-re cussin and a-fussin and we can-t win nuthin- every Friday an 
Saturday night.
            E*     
Now there-s no more dancin for this king of romancin and it looks like I lost 
the fight.

E
Just a little more lovin and no more cussin would make me feel alright.
               A
How bout some lovin and a-huggin and a little bit of rubbin on this cold and 
lonely night?
            B
Because I-m lonesome and I-m jonesin for a little bit of lovin and, Baby, I-m 
just your type.
            E*
Now there-s no more dancin for this king of romancin and it looks like I lost 
the fight.


HARMONICA BREAK 


E
Well now my sweet little baby done got plum crazy and she-s lookin to start a 
fight
            A
And she-s a-cussin and a-fussin and a-talkin bout her cousin walkin round 
with a forty-five.
            B
And she-s a tough one and a fun one who can sure give a good one if you ever 
get to spend the night
            E*     
And she-s a sexy honey-baby that-s just plum crazy with them wild and crazy 
eyes.

E
Well, we were lovin and a-huggin and a-kissin and a-squeezin on a Friday an 
Saturday night.
       A
Just a-dancin and a-prancin and a lot a romancin and, Boy, did it sure feel 
right.
              B
But now we-re cussin and a-fussin and we can-t win nuthin every Friday an 
Saturday night.
            E*
Now there-s no more dancin for this king of romancin and it looks like I lost 
the fight.


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