Исполнитель: | Florida Georgia Line (English) |
Пользователь: | Kallum Genrich |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
Capo 3
intro] D G A
[Verse 1]
D G A
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it (dirt)
D G A
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it (dirt)
A
You bet your life on it
[Chorus]
D
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
A
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
G
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
A Bm
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
F#m A D
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Verse 2]
D
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
G A
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (dirt) you know you came from it (dirt)
A
and someday you'll return to it
[Chorus]
D
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
A
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
G
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
A Bm
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
F#m A D G
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Bridge]
A A
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to
[Chorus]
D
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
A
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
G
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
A Bm
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
F#m A D
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
F#m A D
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Outro]
D, G, A D (fade out)
You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it