Artisto: | Dirt Rock Empire (English) |
Uzanto: | Kallum Genrich |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Capo 1
[Intro]
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Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F G
[Verse 1]
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Monday morning rooster
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cockadoodledoo clocks
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squawkin' on the night stand
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slapping the alarm off
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stumble to the pipe got
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coffee on the stove-top
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Button up the blue collar
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time to make the boots walk
[Pre-Chorus]
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out the front door
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The sun ain't even up yet, sonny
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but we sure are
N.C.
yeah, 'cause time is money
[Chorus]
Am F
And we makin' them Dirt Road Dollars
C G
way out yonder out in them hollers
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doin' it like our fathers
C G
up on them tractors out in them pastures
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makin' it rain like water, farm boy gold
C G
24 karat gold corn rows
Am F
blunts bring back all the sweet tea swallers
G N.C.
right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Verse 2]
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If you're feelin' shuck stack
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diggin tiller swing that
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hammer at that 2 by
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40 hours well passed
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rakin' in the grain cash
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stackin' up the haystacks
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red clay pay 'cause we
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ain't afraid to break backs
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or a good sweat on
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the sun ain't gone down yet, sonny
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so we ain't done yet (Hell Naw)
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'cause time is money
[Chorus]
Am F
And we makin' them Dirt Road Dollars
C G
way out yonder out in them hollers
Am F
doin' it like our fathers
C G
up on them tractors out in them pastures
Am F
makin' it rain like water, farm boy gold
C G
24 karat gold corn rows
Am F
blunts bring back all the sweet tea swallers
G N.C.
right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Rap]
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Yeah, uh huh
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I'll be up in that by ya first break
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I be work the whole day I ain't into roleplay
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catch me up in the rollcage chillin' justa chewin' up
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that black dirt plowin' plantin' I ain't
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stoppin' till my ass hurt
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Silver queen shakin' with the farm
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all tuckin' with them Mace 55's
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boy y'all aint seen nothin' I'll be
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gettin' with the crookin' nearly all
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day doin' it all the way croppin 'till
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we all paid (Hey)
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Down the long hard road before the next one starts
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buddy you don't wanna know what the trailer parks cost
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I can get you up a figure for a rig and a plow
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I got some heifers in the back but I don't sell holy cows
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Man that ol' Ferguson burnin' about 250 a gallon
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and now my hitch turnin' up dirt I'm workin' the plow ya dig?
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Prolly do but on your own time,
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I keep ya youngin's supper comin' down the lunch line
[Chorus]
Am F
And we makin' them Dirt Road Dollars
C G
way out yonder out in them hollers
Am F
doin' it like our fathers
C G
up on them tractors out in them pastures
Am F
makin' it rain like water, farm boy gold
C G
24 karat gold corn rows
Am F
blunts bring back all the sweet tea swallers
G N.C.
right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Bridge]
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Come Saturday night I'll take my baby out on the town
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and on Sunday it's church
D N.C.
then lay around the house
[Chorus]
Am F
And we makin' them Dirt Road Dollars
C G
way out yonder out in them hollers
Am F
doin' it like our fathers
C G
up on them tractors out in them pastures
Am F
makin' it rain like water, farm boy gold
C G
24 karat gold corn rows
Am F
blunts bring back all the sweet tea swallers
G
right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F C G
Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
Am F G
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