Back Road Buzz Chords by Frank Foster
Tempo:
120.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
I ain't no dad, I was a different child when [G] it came to cool, [D] I had a hell [A] of a load.
And I put me in my house in a whole lotta style, [G] a Louisiana [D] pair of [A] roads.
We'd float up, say the song, and I'd make me a little run to [G] grab some buddies [D] and a box of [A] beer.
And eat me a corny leg ready to make a loop down [D] by the lake and let the shaker put some road [A] in the beer.
There [G] was [D] always a few [A] of us, [G] kickin' [D] up some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, [D] catchin' us a bag of [A] road bugs.
[D] These days [A] I'm livin' my dream behind an old six string, you [G] won't believe [D] some of the places [A] I've played.
[D] And [A] I've sipped some wine on a bus with loads of sabers and [G] a bunch of [D] boys from the [A] NRA.
We sure felt fine when finally came time to [G] hit the bright [D] lights and took the [A] stage.
[D] My [A] bitch sittin' out on [D] fire ain't [A] got nothin' like a night down the [G] bayou just ridin' [D] around my brother [A] way.
Well [G] there's always [D] a few [A] of us, [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' [D] us a [A] bag of road bugs.
[D] These bands of lame livin' [G] sure drive you out of [A] your mind.
[D] Sometimes you [G] need a good place to [A] hide.
[D] You know where to go, let [G] me hold on, leave me [A] alone.
Let [D] the sweet sun and [G] wind blow me [A] back home.
Well [G] there's [D] always a few [A] of us,
[G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [D] a bag of [A] road bugs.
[G] Yeah, there's [D] still a few [A] of us,
[G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home brand [D] of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [Bm] a bag of [A] road bugs.
I ain't no dad, I was a different child when [G] it came to cool, [D] I had a hell [A] of a load.
And I put me in my house in a whole lotta style, [G] a Louisiana [D] pair of [A] roads.
We'd float up, say the song, and I'd make me a little run to [G] grab some buddies [D] and a box of [A] beer.
And eat me a corny leg ready to make a loop down [D] by the lake and let the shaker put some road [A] in the beer.
There [G] was [D] always a few [A] of us, [G] kickin' [D] up some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, [D] catchin' us a bag of [A] road bugs.
[D] These days [A] I'm livin' my dream behind an old six string, you [G] won't believe [D] some of the places [A] I've played.
[D] And [A] I've sipped some wine on a bus with loads of sabers and [G] a bunch of [D] boys from the [A] NRA.
We sure felt fine when finally came time to [G] hit the bright [D] lights and took the [A] stage.
[D] My [A] bitch sittin' out on [D] fire ain't [A] got nothin' like a night down the [G] bayou just ridin' [D] around my brother [A] way.
Well [G] there's always [D] a few [A] of us, [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' [D] us a [A] bag of road bugs.
[D] These bands of lame livin' [G] sure drive you out of [A] your mind.
[D] Sometimes you [G] need a good place to [A] hide.
[D] You know where to go, let [G] me hold on, leave me [A] alone.
Let [D] the sweet sun and [G] wind blow me [A] back home.
Well [G] there's [D] always a few [A] of us,
[G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [D] a bag of [A] road bugs.
[G] Yeah, there's [D] still a few [A] of us,
[G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
[G] Got a home brand [D] of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [Bm] a bag of [A] road bugs.
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_ I ain't no dad, I was a different child when [G] it came to cool, [D] I had a hell [A] of a load. _
And I put me in my house in a whole lotta style, [G] a Louisiana [D] pair of [A] roads. _
We'd float up, say the song, and I'd make me a little run to [G] grab some buddies [D] and a box of [A] _ beer.
And eat me a corny leg ready to make a loop down [D] by the lake and let the shaker put some road [A] in the beer.
There [G] was [D] always a few [A] of _ us, [G] kickin' [D] up some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, [D] catchin' us a bag of [A] road bugs. _
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_ _ _ [D] These days [A] I'm livin' my dream behind an old six string, you [G] won't believe [D] some of the places [A] I've played.
_ [D] And [A] I've sipped some wine on a bus with loads of sabers and [G] a bunch of [D] boys from the [A] NRA.
_ _ We sure felt fine when finally came time to [G] hit the bright [D] lights and took the [A] stage.
_ [D] My [A] bitch sittin' out on [D] fire ain't [A] got nothin' like a night down the [G] bayou just ridin' [D] around my brother [A] way.
_ Well [G] there's always [D] a few [A] of us, _ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
_ [G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' [D] us a [A] bag of road bugs. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] These bands of lame livin' [G] sure drive you out of [A] your mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Sometimes you [G] need a good place to [A] hide. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] You know where to go, let [G] me hold on, leave me [A] _ _ alone. _ _
Let [D] the sweet sun and [G] wind blow me [A] back home. _ _ _ _
Well [G] there's [D] always a few [A] of us, _
_ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [D] a bag of [A] road bugs. _
[G] Yeah, there's [D] still a few [A] of us, _
_ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home brand [D] of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [Bm] a bag of [A] road bugs. _
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_ I ain't no dad, I was a different child when [G] it came to cool, [D] I had a hell [A] of a load. _
And I put me in my house in a whole lotta style, [G] a Louisiana [D] pair of [A] roads. _
We'd float up, say the song, and I'd make me a little run to [G] grab some buddies [D] and a box of [A] _ beer.
And eat me a corny leg ready to make a loop down [D] by the lake and let the shaker put some road [A] in the beer.
There [G] was [D] always a few [A] of _ us, [G] kickin' [D] up some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, [D] catchin' us a bag of [A] road bugs. _
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_ _ _ [D] These days [A] I'm livin' my dream behind an old six string, you [G] won't believe [D] some of the places [A] I've played.
_ [D] And [A] I've sipped some wine on a bus with loads of sabers and [G] a bunch of [D] boys from the [A] NRA.
_ _ We sure felt fine when finally came time to [G] hit the bright [D] lights and took the [A] stage.
_ [D] My [A] bitch sittin' out on [D] fire ain't [A] got nothin' like a night down the [G] bayou just ridin' [D] around my brother [A] way.
_ Well [G] there's always [D] a few [A] of us, _ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust.
_ [G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' [D] us a [A] bag of road bugs. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] These bands of lame livin' [G] sure drive you out of [A] your mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Sometimes you [G] need a good place to [A] hide. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] You know where to go, let [G] me hold on, leave me [A] _ _ alone. _ _
Let [D] the sweet sun and [G] wind blow me [A] back home. _ _ _ _
Well [G] there's [D] always a few [A] of us, _
_ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home [D] brand of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [D] a bag of [A] road bugs. _
[G] Yeah, there's [D] still a few [A] of us, _
_ [G] kickin' up [D] some down [A] home dust. _
[G] Got a home brand [D] of fun [A] runnin' around, bumpin' old [G] walls, catchin' us [Bm] a bag of [A] road bugs. _
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