Tag: Rollin

Harbor Drive Hookup – Rollin Coal chords

 Rollin' Coal, Written by Harbor Drive Hookup

INTRO
 Em Em G Em C D Em Em Am Em C Bm 

CHORUS
 Em 
Rollin Coal
            Em G 
That's the only life he'll know
 Em 
Pullin' a load
          C D 
Down the Highways and back roads
 Em 
He goes it alone
          Em Am 
He knows more than the map knows
 Em 
Rollin Coal
           C Bm 
Where you need him that's he goes

VERSE 01
 Em G D C Em 
Rollin Coal Down 94
He feels like he's been here before
He's traveled every road across the map

Slowin low as he passed the toll
Creepin past that state patrol
He knows every stakeout every trap

CHORUS

VERSE 02
Rollin Coal Down 70 
He's high in Colorado feeling heavenly
If he ever settles down that's where he's at

He loves California Loves Tennessee
Comes from Minnesota Originally
But Edwards that is where he'll hang his hat

CHORUS

SOLO
 Em G D C Em 

CHORUS

Highway Call chords – Dickey Betts

 This is my first time trying anything like this, any advice is appreciated.



Highway Call             

      G C 
I'll always love the home road
 G D 
Precious memories
 G C                      
Swimming hole where we use to go
 D G 
Swam in our old blue jeans 
       G C          
When granddaddy told his story
 G D 
He always made it so real 
 G C                      
We'd drift away and then one day
   D G 
I found myself in morey
 G C G                 
Highway call there's something in your song
 G C G                                    
Highway call you keep me rollin' on 

SOLO

     G C                                                     
Sometimes I feel so all alone
 G D                                  
That ain't no place to be
 G C                                            
Wish I had my feet under her table 
       D G                           
And a little child on my knee
 G C G                  
Highway call there's something in your song
 G C G               
Highway call you keep me rollin' on 
     C G                 
You keep me rollin' on
     C G       
You keep me rollin' on

Mt – Proud Mary chords

 D 
Left a good job in the city 
Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day 
And I never lost one minute of sleepin' 
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been 


 A 
Big wheel keep on turnin' 

 G 
Proud Mary keep on burnin' 

 D 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 


 D 
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis 
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans 
But I never saw the good side of the city 
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen 


 A 
Big wheel keep on turnin' 

 G 
Proud Mary keep on burnin' 

 D 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 


 D 
If you come down to the river 
Bet you gonna find some people who live 
You don't have to worry 'cause you have [if you got] no money 
People on the river are happy to give 


 A 
Big wheel keep on turnin' 

 G 
Proud Mary keep on burnin' 

 D 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river 
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river

Porch Funkies – It Keeps On A Rollin chords

 C 
I be pimpin' at the golf course,
 Am   
you know how I do
 E 
Hit it in the forest 
 E 
and it goes straight through
 C Am 
Big Z, Thom, and Dr. G
 E 
Represent the 5, 4, 6, 
 E 
I mean 4, 5, 3.


 C 
Hit it over the green
 Am 
watch it bounce right back
 E 
we aim for the warehouse
 E 
when we get off track
 C 
groving at the hobson
 Am 
walking at the paul
 E 
'round here we're the law, son,
 E 
you know who to call


CHORUS

 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9 
Pick it up son, this ain't bowling
 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9 
These lanes don't end, watch it keep on rollin'.

VERSE

 C Am 
Got my 5 inch tee, if you know what I mean
 E 
Drive it down the middle, got my sights on the green.
 C Am 
Bent four iron and I'm seeing the shot
 E 
All the girls nearby gonna see what I got.
 C Am 
The wind changes on me, goes from front to back
 E 
I say, "Man, fuck it," and I give it a whack.
 C Am 
Flying through the air just like I planned
 E 
But I know something's up when I see where it lands.
 C Am 
Couldn't believe my eye's, thought god was trollin'
 E 
"God damn it, mother fucker!" watch it keep on rollin'.

CHORUS

 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9 
Pick it up son, God ain't trollin'
 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9  
Gotta be your fault if it keeps on rollin'.

BRIDGE

 A A9 
The ball rolls off the back, gets stuck in a tree
 C D  
I try to kick it out and I bust up my knee.
 A A9     
Take the club back and the damn shaft breaks
 C D 
My dad don't believe me, says my story's a fake.
 A A9 
I only got a few irons left to my name,
 C D   
And all the girls are talkin, putting me to shame
 A A9 
But how could I know where that ball was going, 
 C D 
every time it hits the green, it just keeps on a rollin’


CHORUS

 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9 
This round has sucked, I wont pretend
 D 
It keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin
 G C9 D 
And I never thought it would, But it’s come to an end

Gin N Juice Chords – Snoop Dogg

 Pretty easy song to play. Basically playing the same Bass Line all the way through.  I 
wanted to include a version on UG because people like to have all their music and lyrics 
in one place.  You can play thr chords, but i prefer just playing the Bass line notes.


If you want to play full chords:

 Fm Ab Bb Fm      (And you can walk the bass line back up:   D Eb Fm  )

With so much drama in the L.B.C.
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little something for the G's?
And, make a few ends as I breeze through-
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket
Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors
But, but what? We don't love them ho's, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboys lady
(Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Bitch, I'm just

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Later on that day, my homey
Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

So Fly Chords – Elle Varner V4

 F 
I can't help being depressed
 A 
When I look down at my chest
 Dm Bb 
Oh yes, my chest it might as well be nonexistent
 Bb Bbm 
How can I ever compete With 34 double D's?

 F 
And I'm rollin my eyes
 A 
When I look down at my thighs
 Dm D 
They might as well tape everything that I eat,To my legs.
 Bb 
I am too broke for the knife
 F 
Too lazy to excercise
 G 
But if I had hazel eyes
 C 
Maybe I could be fly.

 F A 
If I had no cellulite Big breasts and pockets real wide
 Dm C 
Then maybe I Maybe I, I, I could be so fly.
 F A 
And if I had a small waist I'd make the boys go insane
 Dm C 
And maybe I Maybe I, I,I could be so fly.
 F A Dm Bb 
So fly [3x]


Now listen
 F A 
I've got a beautiful soul But only 4 people know
 Dm Bb 
They've known me since I was 10 Beauty did not matter then.
 F A 
Now in my twenties, all that matters Is sex cars and money
 Dm 
I ain't got none of the three 
 Bb F 
So basically, I am invisible to all of the fellas
 A Dm 
And I sit at home jealous There was no golden ticket
 Bb F 
In my chocolate today. And worst of all
 A                   
I'm reminded in the cruelest ways
 Dm Bb 
Of how I don't look and I should look And that's why I say...

 F A 
If I had no cellulite Big breasts and pockets real wide
 Dm C 
Then maybe I Maybe I, I, I could be so fly.
 F A 
And if I had a small waist I'd make the boys go insane
 Dm C 
And maybe I Maybe I, I,I could be so fly.
 F A Dm Bb  x2
So fly [6x]


 A 
So basically all I need Is to be everything but 
 Dm 
me. Colored contacts Liposuction And some implants
 A 
Somehow that don't make much sense I must be out of my head
 Bb C       
If I think, that I am governed by material things.


 F A 
So I decided I'm The definition of fly
 Dm C 
And if you want to know why I know what money can't buy
 F A 
Don't go believing the hype There's no runway in the sky
 Dm Bb 
And no way you could be fly Not if it costs you a dime.

 F A 
If I had no cellulite Big breasts and pockets real wide
 Dm C 
Then maybe I Maybe I, I, I could be so fly.
 F A 
And if I had a small waist I'd make the boys go insane
 Dm C F 
And maybe I Maybe I, I,I could be so fly.

Kemosabe Chords – Everything Everything V2

 Cm 
Four walls and a cauldron of Kalashnikoving, and our home is a trigger that
I'm always pulling

 Gm                                      
At the border, at the, at the border, I'm at the border, at the, at the
Border

 Cm 
The short spears and the weak eternal monologuing, and our war is the
Crucible of all your longing

 Gm                                      
At the border, at the, at the border, I'm at the border, at the, at the
Border

 Bb 
I was there when the clamour got real, I was there when your brow smashed
The wall
  
 G#                                      
It's like a riot with only two perps, the more I'm here I'm making it worse

 Bb 
But does it feel like you're already dead? (YES!) and do you feel like your
Brain stopped delivering?

 G#                                             
Yeah break my finger shoot out my black eyes, What does it matter if everyone dies?

 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-o silver away!

 Cm 
So fast hence take an arrow from your quiver or we're, past-tense - what's
A trilobite to anyone?

 Gm 
I'm outta my depth, outta, outta my depth I'm outta my depth, outta, outta
My depth

 Cm 
My head reels and I'm crawling down the corridor, I can't see, but I'm
Heaving like a holocaust

 Gm 
I'm reaching my phone, reaching, reaching my phone I'm reaching my phone, 
Reaching, reaching my phone

 Bb 
You weren't there when I orphaned that boy, (NO!) Your body was, and the
White of your rollin' eye

 G# 
I saw some terrible things on that night, I done a lot of bad things with my life

 Bb 
   I put my fingers in there, And I breeze past security!

 G# 
I know they're checking on all of my deeds, I need a checker for all of my deeds

 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
  Hi-o silver away! And we'll be trapped in the

 Ebm Cm Bb Cm Bb G# 
Amber, last joy           And I'm looking at a holy ghost

 Cm Bb Cm Bb 
But there's no silver bullet for a memory I, field dress every moment but youre telling me that

 G# Cm Bb 
Tonto say, I've lost my way


 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-o silver away!

 Bb G# 
And I'm lost and I'm drained, 'nuff genuflecting in a penitent way

 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone! So yippee-kay-yay!
 Ebm C# F# B C# F# B 
  Hey! Hey Kemosabe I'm alone!    Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-o silver away!

The Suspender Man Chords – Steam Powered Giraffe

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Another good song by them singing Automatons, was surprised to not see it up here already : P

A TON of Minor chords and Ostinatos  
 Enjoy ;D
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One Moonlight Night!

Banjo/Accordion intro

    Dm Bb 
One moonlight night in the bayou a silhouette
     F C 
The air was sweet and the fog was vi-o-let
     Dm Bb 
The gators were all drinking tea, in a dreamy pantsless glee
     F C 
I saw a suspendered man, a banjo holstered in his hands.
     Dm Bb                
He had biggest red suspenders I ever did see, golly gee that's what I've seen
     F C 
He flicked the brim of his hat, and this is what he said to me.

     Dm Bb 
"Mister robot ah am The Suspender Man
     F C 
And dis banjo 'as shown me dah promised land.
     Dm Bb 
Now ah play a song but in return, yoo put dat shiny coin right 'ere in mah urn.
     F C 
And ah play yoo sumfin fine. Mah music gonna blow yo mind!"

     Dm Gm  
So I flicked my coin into his pot, I gotta admit it twasn't a lot
                   Dm                
Two cents and then his fingers wriggled,
                   C 
he plucked those strings and belched a giggle.
                   Dm 
He tapped his foot, howled like a hound
      Gm Dm 
Igniting up the unholy sound.

                          Dm 
And I ain't never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
                          Am7 
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
                          C Dm 
never, never, never, never, never, heard anything so great.

      Dm 
Call the vendors.
      Bb 
Big Suspenders.
      F C Dm 
That's what everybody wants to wear.
      Dm 
They stretch to Nantucket.
      Bb 
Put them in a bucket
      F C Dm 
And send them to the gnome trapped down the well
             Dm 
(Tug 'em with thumbs is ideal)
             Dm 
(While rollin' back on your heels)
  
  Dm (Let ring)
(Yeah)

He played the two cent show

             Dm 
And just like that he stopped playing
             Bb 
My jaw dropped to the floor.
             F 
He cracked his neck and smiled at me, And said,
             C                 
"Buddy, y'gotta pay for more!"

             Dm 
But by then a crowd had swarmed the swamp,
             Bb 
tossin' coin in after coin.
             Dm Dm 
So he cleared his throat, and his fingers writhed,
             Bb Dm 
and everyone shouted for Suspender Guy.

        Dm 
Call the vendors
        Bb 
Big Suspenders
        F C Dm          
That's what grandma wants for her birthday
        Dm 
They're bright red and awesome
        Bb 
Even worn by opossums
        F C Dm 
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
        
        Dm 
(Ma and Pappy want 'em too)
        Dm 
(Even the ghost of your Uncle Stu)
  
   Dm (let Ring)
(Yeah)

He played the two cent show


Fracture dat banjo!

(Under Banjo Solo)

 Dm ,  Bb ,  F</sp

Waitin On The Sky To Fall Chords – Steve Earle

 Hammer on the low E string while playing the G chord. 

 G 
I grew up in a military town
 G 
Waitin' on the sky to fall
 G D 
Everybody I knew hanqin' around wonderin'
                         G 
What they'd do when the Draft Board called
 G 
Lookin' back it musta been a miracle
 G 
How I ever grew up at all
 G 
To sing about livin' in a military town
 D G 
Waitin' on the sky to fall

[Chorus]

 C  (Strum loud)
Waitin' on the sky to fall, boys
 G 
Waitin' on the sky to fall
 G 
Chicken Little wasn't makin' nothin' but noise
 D G 
Waitin' on the sky to fall


[Verse] Repeat chords

Spent a lonely lifetime rollin' down the line
Searchin' for the Holy Grail
Never once crossed my solitary mind
That any such consecrated quest'd fail
Came upon an ocean and much to my chagrin
They told me that ship had sailed
Walkin' on the water cause I never learned
To swin searchin' for the Holy Grail

Searchin' for the Holy Grail, friends
Searchin' for the Holy Grail
Been across the oceans and now I'm back again
Searchin' for the Holy Grail

Been around enough to know a little bit now
And I'm sitting on tip of the world
Wangin' on a guitar while the sun goes down
And singin a song about a redheaded girl
Was a time I would have said those days were gone
But I'm givin' it another whirl
Didn't know that I was gonna live this long
Now I'm sitting' on top of the world

Sittin' on top of the world, y'all
Sittin' on top of the world
Eyes wide open until the Messenger calls
Sittin' on top of the world

Lances Song Chords – Zac Brown Band V3

 Capo 1

 C G    x2

 G C 
Doing what you love has a high price to pay
 D G 
Some put on a suit but he ran the other way
 G C 
His drums drown out the yuppies and the ones who couldn't dream
           D G 
Cause the freedom music gave him was worth more than anything


Chorus:
            C G 
They don't know what they got
            D G Gsus4 G 
Until it's gone, like it or not
             C G 
You live on love, you try to do what's right
 D G 
We're all here a-waiting for our silver invitation to the big band in the sky


Rollin down the windows, trying hard to fight the sleep
Money's never much for a band in Tennessee
Another night of playin to a crowd with no ears
Wanna hear the songs they know and fill their bellies full of beer


Chorus

 C G 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh
 C G 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh


Bridge:

     C G 
And when he closed his eyes, fell into a dream that never dies
     C G 
And when the thunder comes, you can hear his kick drum in the sky
          D C 
Feel the rain fall from our eyes


Chorus 1:
Cause we don't know what we got
Until it's gone, like it or not
You live on love, you try to do what's right
For him there's no more waiting, got his silver invitation to do a little playing for 
the big band in the sky

 C G 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh
 C G 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh

Rollin On Tabs by Washya

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                           Rollin On - Washya
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Tuning: Drop C (DAFCGC)
Intro
D|-----------------------------|
A|-----------------------------|
F|----3----3----3--------------|
C|-00-3-00-3-00-3-00-000-00-00-|
G|-00-1-00-1-00-1-00-000-00-00-|
C|-00---00---00---00-000-00-00-|x2
PM **   **   **   ** *** ** ** 

Verses
D|------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------|
F|------------------------------------|
C|------------------------------------|
G|-00-000-00-00-000-00-00-000-00-00-1-|
C|-00-000-00-00-000-00-00-000-00-00-1-|
PM ** *** ** ** *** ** ** *** ** ** 

Chorus
D|--------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------|
F|--------------------------------------------|
C|--------------------------------------------|
G|-1-0-1-0-1-0-1/4\3-1-0-1-0-1/4\3--000-00-00-|
C|-1-0-1-0-1-0-1/4\3-1-0-1-0-1/4\3--000-00-00-|
PM                                  *** ** ** 

The Bug Chords – Roy Orbison

 The Bug:Roy Orbison.
Monument Records in 1959. DNC.

INTRO:  D C  (x2)

#1.
       D C 
Well, down through the ages women had a time..
 D C 
tryin' to get her man to walk the chalk line.
    D C 
To keep him on a string with a kiss and a hug..
     D D7 
but there's never been a man who wasn't bitten 

by the bug.

CHORUS:
       G D 
Yeah, rockin' and rollin' with the bug..rollin' 

and strollin' with the bug.
 A G 
Itchin' and twitchin'..singin' and swingin'..
 D 
yeah, with the bug.

#2.
 D C 
Well, Delilah loved Sammy, but he wouldn't stay home..
        D C 
always runnin' and leavin' Dee home.
     D C 
She set out to find Sammy late one night..
           D D7 
found him down at the sand dune, rockin' it right.

CHORUS:
        G D 
He was rockin' and rollin' with the bug..rollin' and 

strollin' with the bug.
 A G 
Itchin' and twitchin'..singin' and swingin'..
 D 
yeah, with the bug.

#3.
 D C 
Well, Helen of Troy, a cool smile on her face..
     D C 
she sported the face that launched a thousand ships.
         D C 
But she couldn't control the wiggle in her hips..
     D D7 
she lost her fame and fortune, just one flip.

CHORUS:
       G D 
Yeah, rockin' and rollin' with the bug..rollin' 

and strollin' with the bug.
 A G 
Itchin' and twitchin'..singin' and swingin'..
 D 
yeah, with the bug.


(INTERLUDE:)  D C  (x2)

#4.
 D C 
Well, now, Josephine, she had trouble from the start..
     D C 
she couldn't keep her eye on little Bonaparte.
       D C 
Every single time that Josie looked around..
     D D7 
she found her Bonny runnin', round and round.

CHORUS:
        G D 
He was rockin' and rollin' with the bug..rollin' and 

strollin' with the bug.
 A G 
Itchin' and twitchin'..singin' and swingin'..
 D 
yeah, with the bug.

#5.
 D C 
Well, now, modern times' are the same as history..
 D C 
even in the Twentieth Cent..ur..y.
         D C 
And our future now, well, it's plain to see..
       D D7 
if we don't look out, the bug will get you and me.

CHORUS:
          G D 
We'll be rockin' and rollin' with the bug..rollin' and 

strollin' with the bug.
 A G 
Itchin' and twitchin'..movin' and a-groovin'..
 D 
yeah, with the bug.

OUTRO:
 D 
With the bug..with the bug..(x3)(Fade.)


A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.

Wheels Rollin Chords – Jason Aldean V2

 Key of Bb

No Capo
Alternatively could be played with a capo on the 1st fret and the chords would be 
Bm instead of Cm, A instead of A#, and E instead of F


 Cm A# 
Counting the lines on a highway road
 F A#  
Mile one by one
 Cm A# 
Flying through the midnight rain
 F A# 
Like a bullet from a gun

 Cm A# 
I lay down but I can't sleep 
 F A# 
cause I still feel the band
 Cm A# 
Still on a high from the crowd in the lights 
 Cm A# 
with a cold one in my hand

Singing
 Cm A#  
Here I go, down this road
 F              
Another town, another state
 A# 
I wouldn't have it any other way
 Cm A# 
All I want, is to sing my songs
 F  
Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
 A# 
Guitars rocking, wheels rolling

I step up, the lights go down
I hear that first chord ring
It's where I go to lose myself
Forget about everything

It's my home away from home
Hanging with my friends
It's a crazy life, but every night
I get to do it again and again and again

Here I go, down this road
Another town, another state
I wouldn't have it any other way
All I want, is to sing my songs
Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
Guitars rocking, wheels rolling

Here I go, down this road
Another town, another state
I wouldn't have it any other way
All I want, is to sing my songs
Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
Guitars rocking, wheels rolling

Here I go
On down this road
Don't you know
I wouldn't have it any other way

Dublin Blues Chords – Guy Clark V2

 Have a whiskey and a cigarette first...


    E A E 
I wish I was in Austin

        B                                             
In some Chili Parlour Bar 
            E 
Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas  
            A E 
And not carin' where you are



       E A E 
But here I sit in Dublin

        B  
Just rollin' cigarettes
 E 
Holdin' back and chokin' back
        A E 
The shakes with every breath



Chorus:

      B 
Forgive me all my anger
     E  
Forgive me all my faults
         B       
There's no need to forgive me
      E     
For thinkin' what I though
   B   
I loved you from the git go
     E     
I'll love you till I die
   B   
I loved you on the Spanish steps
        A E 
The day you said goodbye



               
I am just a poor boy

Work's my middle name
If money was a reason
I would not be the same



I'll stand up and be counted

I'll face up to the truth
I'll walk away from trouble
But I can't walk away from you


(Repeat chorus)


I have been to Fort Worth

I have been to Spain
I have been to proud
To come in out of the rain



I have seen the David

I've seen the Mona Lisa too
I have heard Doc Watson
Play Columbus Stockade Blues


Repeat chorus and end with the first verse again.  

Thats My Kind Of Night Chords – Luke Bryan V3

 That's My Kind of Night- Luke Bryan
Crash My Party Album
This is my first tab. I know it's not perfect, but it's enough to start from. Feel 
free to email me feedback. eastonschu15@gmail.com.




Standard Tuning


(VERSE)
            E A 
I got that real good feel good stuff 
                         E A 
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck 
            G 
Rollin' on 35s 
                   A 
Pretty girl by my side 

              E A 
You got that sun tan skirt and boots 
                   E A 
Waiting on you to look my way and scoot 
                           G 
Your little hot self over here 
                      A 
Girl hand me another beer, yeah! 

(CHORUS)

 C G D E D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown 
 C G D E D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out 
 C G D E D  
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat 
 C D 
Floatin� down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner 
 C D C 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
       D E 
Yeah, that�s my kind of night! 

 E A  X2

(VERSE)
                      E A 
Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate 
                   E A 
Put in my country rock hip-hop mixtape 
                           G A 
Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain 

                   E A 
You can hang your t-shirt on a limb 
                   E A 
Hit that bank and we can ease on in 
                     G 
Soak us up a little moonlight
                          A 
You know I know what you like, yeah! 

(CHORUS)

 C G D E D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown 
 C G D E D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out 
 C G D E D  
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat 
 C D 
Floatin� down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner 
 C D C 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
       D E A 
Yeah, that�s my kind of night! 

                         E 
Yeah, that�s my kind of night! 

(BRIDGE)

 E A 
My kind of your kind of its this kind of night 
    E A 
We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine 
 E A 
Woah Gonna get our love on 
 G A 
Woah Time to get our buzz on 

(CHORUS)
(*=Strum once)


 C *              G *                   D *               E *   D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown 
 C G D E D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out 
 C G D E D  
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat 
 C D 
Floatin� down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner 
 C D</span

Thats My Kind Of Night Chords – Luke Bryan V1

 Luke Bryan, "Thats My Kind Of Night"

This is the main riff:
e|-0------5----0-|
B|-0------5----0-|
G|-1------6----1-|
D|-2------7----2-|
A|-2-s7-5-7----2-|
E|-0------5----0-|


(intro)
2x
 E A 

(verse)
            E A  
I got that real good feel good stuff
              E A 
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
            G A 
Rollin on 35s, pretty girl by my side


(verse)
              E A 
You got that sun tan skirt and boots
                   E A 
Waiting on you to look my way and scoot
                           G A 
Your little hot self over here, girl hand me another beer, yeah!


(chorus)
 C G D E  
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
 C G D E 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
 C G D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
 C D 
Floatin down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
 C D C 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
       D E A ,                  E A ,
Yeah, thats my kind of night!  (wooh, ooh-ho ho)


(verse)
                      E A 
Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate
                   E A 
Put in my country rock hip-hop mixtape
                         G A 
Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain


(verse)
                   E A 
You can hang your t-shirt on a limb
          E A 
Hit that bank and we can ease on in
                     G A  
Soak us up a little moonlight, you know I know what you like, yeah!


(chorus)
 C G D E  
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
 C G D E 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
 C G D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
 C D 
Floatin down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
 C D C 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
       D E A ,
Yeah, thats my kind of night!
                         E A ,
Yeah, thats my kind of night!  (wooh, ooh-ho ho)


(bridge)
E (no chord)
My kind of your kind of its this kind of night

We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine (wooh, ooh-ho ho)

Gonna get our love on,(wooh, ooh-ho ho)

Time to get our buzz on


(chorus-out)
 C G D E D C 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
                       G D E  
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
 C G C D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
 C D 
Floatin down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
 C D C 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
       D E A ,                         E A ,            
Yeah, thats my kind of night!   Yeah, thats my kind of night!
                         E

Thats My Kind Of Night Chords – Luke Bryan V2

 Intro  E5 D5 A5  (x2)

 E5 D5 A5      
I got that real good feel good stuff

                         E5 D5 A5 
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck

             G6 
Rollin' on 35s

                    A5 
Pretty girl by my side

              E5 D5 A5     
You got that sun tan skirt and boots

                   E5 D5 A5 
Waiting on you to look my way and scoot

                           G6 
Your little hot self over here
                     
                       A5 
Girl hand me another beer, yeah!

Chorus:

 Cadd2 G Em D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown

 Cadd2 G Em D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out

 Cadd2 G Em D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat

 C5 D5 
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner

 C5 D5 Cadd2 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right

       D5 
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!

 E5 D5 A5  (x2)

                       E5 D5 A5                 
Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate

                    E5 D5 A5 
Put in my country rock hip-hop mixtape

                            G6 A5  
Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain

                   E5 D5 A5 
You can hang your t-shirt on a limb

                   E5 D5 A5 
Hit that bank and we can ease on in

                         G6 
Soak us up a little moonlight

                          A5 
You know I know what you like, yeah!

Chorus:

 Cadd2 G Em D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown

 Cadd2 G Em D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out

 Cadd2 G Em D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat

 C5 D5 
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner

 C5 D5 Cadd2 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right

       D5 E5 D5 A5      
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!

                            E5 D5 A5     
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!

 E5  
My kind of your kind of its this kind of night

We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine

Gonna get our love on

Time to get our buzz on

Chorus:

 Cadd2 G Em D 
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown

 Cadd2 G Em D 
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out

 Cadd2 G Em D 
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat

 C5 D5 
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner

 C5 D5 Cadd2 
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right

       D5 E5 D5 A5  
Yeah, th

Thrift Shop Chords – Macklemore V8

 Ok...the other versions of this song are good, but the lyrics are really hard to 
follow and the bridge is left out of a few of them, so I think this will help us 
UG Tab app users...

Capo 4

 Em 
I'm gonna pop some tags
          G 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
 A 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
 B D 
This is fucking awesome


--Carry on with the same chords for the whole song--

Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!"
Nah, I'm just pumped, just bought some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
The people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."

Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like “Aw, he got the Velcros”

 Em 
I'm gonna pop some tags
          G 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
 A 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
 B D 
This is fucking awesome


What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
I'm that, I'm that sucker searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker

They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)

I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won't
Then you hella won't

 Em 
I'm gonna pop some tags
          G 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
 A 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
 B D 
This is fucking awesome


BRIDGE (Single strum)
 Em 
I wear your granddad's clothes
 G 
I look incredible
 A 
I'm in this big ass coat
 B5 D 
From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road


 Em 
I'm gonna pop some tags
          G 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
 A 
I - I - I'm hunting, lookin

Could Have Been My Baby Chords – Rob Baird

 Could Have Been My Baby
By Rob Baird
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
8/1/2010


 C C/B Am F 
Daddy works hard as a travelin salesman
     C C/B Am               Fai
You know he's just gotta pay them bills, man,i
     C C/B Am F C C/B Am   Fu| E 
And momma don't work unless she's down at the church
 C C/B Am F  
Sister got herself a Bachelor's degree
 C C/B Am F 
More than you can say about me
     C C/B Am F C C/B Am F 
I'm feeling low out here on the road


Chorus:
             C G F C 
It's been a long time since I started runnin, baby
 C G F C 
Long time since I've seen you
 C C/B Am F  
Wish you would-a told me that you loved me this way, hey
 C G F C C /B   Am F 
Forever's way too late, could have been my baby


Pickin it up and puttin it down
Chasin dreams around this broke down town
Now I need a little time to breathe

I remember when you caught my eye
Ain't it funny how time flies by
But before long I had to get gone

Chorus


Bridge:
 F C F C 
Goodbye baby, goodbye home
 F C G 
Sorry for leavin you on your own
 F C F C     
Wish I could stay, just gotta go
             F C G 
Gotta keep - keep rollin' down that road

My Back Pages Chords – Bob Dylan V5

 Intro:  C Csus4    (4X)   

 C Am Em 
Crimson flames tied through my ears
         F G C 
Rollin' high and mighty trap
 C Am Em       
Countless fire on flaming road
       F G  
Using ideas as my maps
        Am Em            
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
 F G 
Proud 'neath heated brow.
         C Am Em 
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     F G C  
I'm younger than that now.

 C Csus4    (2X)

 C Am Em 
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
      F G C 
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
 C Am Em 
Lies that life is black and white
       F G 
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
    Am Em 
Romantic flanks of Musketeers
      F G 
Foundationed deep, somehow.
         C Am Em 
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     F G C  
I'm younger than that now.

 C Csus4    (2X)    

       C Am Em 
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
        F G C 
At the mongrel dogs who teach
         C Am Em      
Fearing not I'd become my enemy
        F G 
In the instant that I preach
 Am Em         
Existence led by confusion boats
 F G 
Mutiny from stern to bow.
         C Am Em 
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     F G C  
I'm younger than that now.

 C Csus4    (2X)    

Solo:
 C Am Em F G C C Am Em F G Am Em F G C Am Em 
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     F G C  
I'm younger than that now.

 C Csus4    (2X)    

    C Am Em 
My guard stood hard when abstract threats
     F G C 
Too noble to neglect
     C Am Em 
Deceived me into thinking
       F G 
I had something to protect
 Am Em 
Good and bad, I define these terms
       F G         
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
         C Am Em 
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     F G C                  
I'm younger than that now.

Exit:   C Csus4    (3X)     C  (Ring out)