| Исполнитель: | 1787 (English) |
| Пользователь: | Albert Huizeling |
| Длительность: | 130 секунд |
| Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
| Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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| Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
Key: G
Style: Dirty blues-rock shuffle
Bpm 100
Intro
G C G D
Verse 1
G
Well the sun came up on a Friday mornin’
C
Grease on his hands and his boots all torn and
G
He laughed out loud, said “Boy, life’s rough”
D
Then lit that smoke in his rusted truck
G
Radio crackled with a southern drawl
C
Boss man callin’, sayin’ “Don’t you stall”
G
He grinned real slow, kicked that clutch
D
Said “I just got a new damn job, good luck!”
Chorus 2x
C
Riding shotgun on his truck
G
Middle finger raised, don’t give a—fuck
D
Small-town king with a payday grin
C G
Backseat full of trouble and sin.
Verse 2
G
Got a girl downtown in leopard skin
C
Says she loves the trouble he’s always in
G
Clock hits five and he’s gone again
D
Laughing like the whole world’s his friend
Chorus 2x
C
Riding shotgun on his truck
G
Middle finger raised, don’t give a—fuck
D
Small-town king with a payday grin
C G
Backseat full of trouble and sin.
Bridge
Em
Yeah he ain’t no saint
C
Ain’t pretending to be
G
Just a wild-eyed man
D
Trying to stay free
Em
Working all day
C
Raising hell all night
G
If you need a driver
D
He’ll ride all night
Solo
G
Chorus 2x
C
Riding shotgun on his truck
G
Middle finger raised, don’t give a—fuck
D
Small-town king with a payday grin
C G
Backseat full of trouble and sin.
G (hold)