Chords for Big Smo HICK ROSS
Tempo:
82.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
F#
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] Bonfire music.
I love this bonfire music.
[G] [D] I'm Souther by blood, not relation.
Survived with a buck knife and pawpaws done.
One hit and you're done.
One sip and you're sprung.
Big balls and sticks.
Got a bulk of the guns.
Bout this backwood country boy, feel four-tuck.
Out the mid-ten mud where you might get stuck.
Grand champ on my camp like a ten-point buck.
[G] Let that 12-gauge [F#] spray if you fuck with my trunk.
[D] I'm talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music.
Meat mud smother better get used to it.
Beast on the grill.
I sizzle right through it if it's beef.
Fetch your point, bitch, and think you hear him moving.
Now take it back to the facts.
Redneck, straight grim, bloodline to match.
Could rock my boots, you can't fit my hat.
But sit you on my [A] coattails, won't you scratch my back?
[D] They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
[G] And they know who to call when they want that noise.
[D] I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger.
Sipping blue flame burner with some redneck bastards.
Push four wheels faster, dig down deeper.
Off-road [A] rambler, you can feel me through the [D] speakers.
Kid folk love me, call me Big Smoke Cephus.
Teaching old shit granddaddy, trying to teach us.
How to skin a buck and run a trot [G] line.
The simple things that help a country boy to survive.
[D] I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine.
A foot on the pedal, I get a damn good time.
I walk a line like Johnny, smoke them like Willie.
Toast to the country folk, race them hell if you feel me.
Love you if you love me, fuck you if you ain't with me.
Just a good old boy, backwood hillbilly.
Jacked up boss, truck mud covered in shit.
Best believe it's about some [Dm] bread.
If you see me in your [D] city, holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they [C#] know who to call when they want that [D] noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country
I love this bonfire music.
[G] [D] I'm Souther by blood, not relation.
Survived with a buck knife and pawpaws done.
One hit and you're done.
One sip and you're sprung.
Big balls and sticks.
Got a bulk of the guns.
Bout this backwood country boy, feel four-tuck.
Out the mid-ten mud where you might get stuck.
Grand champ on my camp like a ten-point buck.
[G] Let that 12-gauge [F#] spray if you fuck with my trunk.
[D] I'm talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music.
Meat mud smother better get used to it.
Beast on the grill.
I sizzle right through it if it's beef.
Fetch your point, bitch, and think you hear him moving.
Now take it back to the facts.
Redneck, straight grim, bloodline to match.
Could rock my boots, you can't fit my hat.
But sit you on my [A] coattails, won't you scratch my back?
[D] They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
[G] And they know who to call when they want that noise.
[D] I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger.
Sipping blue flame burner with some redneck bastards.
Push four wheels faster, dig down deeper.
Off-road [A] rambler, you can feel me through the [D] speakers.
Kid folk love me, call me Big Smoke Cephus.
Teaching old shit granddaddy, trying to teach us.
How to skin a buck and run a trot [G] line.
The simple things that help a country boy to survive.
[D] I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine.
A foot on the pedal, I get a damn good time.
I walk a line like Johnny, smoke them like Willie.
Toast to the country folk, race them hell if you feel me.
Love you if you love me, fuck you if you ain't with me.
Just a good old boy, backwood hillbilly.
Jacked up boss, truck mud covered in shit.
Best believe it's about some [Dm] bread.
If you see me in your [D] city, holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they [C#] know who to call when they want that [D] noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country
Key:
D
G
A
F#
Dm
D
G
A
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Bonfire music.
I love this bonfire music. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] I'm Souther by blood, not relation.
Survived with a buck knife and pawpaws done.
One hit and you're done.
One sip and you're sprung.
Big balls and sticks.
Got a bulk of the guns.
Bout this backwood country boy, feel four-tuck.
Out the mid-ten mud where you might get stuck.
Grand champ on my camp like a ten-point buck.
[G] Let that 12-gauge [F#] spray if you fuck with my trunk.
[D] I'm talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music.
Meat mud smother better get used to it.
Beast on the grill.
I sizzle right through it if it's beef.
Fetch your point, bitch, and think you hear him moving.
Now take it back to the facts.
Redneck, straight grim, bloodline to match.
Could rock my boots, you can't fit my hat.
But sit you on my [A] coattails, won't you scratch my back?
[D] They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
[G] And they know who to call when they want that noise.
[D] I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger.
Sipping blue flame burner with some redneck bastards.
Push four wheels faster, dig down deeper.
Off-road [A] rambler, you can feel me through the [D] speakers.
Kid folk love me, call me Big Smoke Cephus.
Teaching old shit granddaddy, trying to teach us.
How to skin a buck and run a trot [G] line.
The simple things that help a country boy to survive.
[D] I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine.
A foot on the pedal, I get a damn good time.
I walk a line like Johnny, smoke them like Willie.
Toast to the country folk, race them hell if you feel me.
Love you if you love me, fuck you if you ain't with me.
Just a good old boy, backwood hillbilly.
Jacked up boss, truck mud covered in shit.
Best believe it's about some [Dm] bread.
If you see me in your [D] city, holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they [C#] know who to call when they want that [D] noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country
I love this bonfire music. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] I'm Souther by blood, not relation.
Survived with a buck knife and pawpaws done.
One hit and you're done.
One sip and you're sprung.
Big balls and sticks.
Got a bulk of the guns.
Bout this backwood country boy, feel four-tuck.
Out the mid-ten mud where you might get stuck.
Grand champ on my camp like a ten-point buck.
[G] Let that 12-gauge [F#] spray if you fuck with my trunk.
[D] I'm talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music.
Meat mud smother better get used to it.
Beast on the grill.
I sizzle right through it if it's beef.
Fetch your point, bitch, and think you hear him moving.
Now take it back to the facts.
Redneck, straight grim, bloodline to match.
Could rock my boots, you can't fit my hat.
But sit you on my [A] coattails, won't you scratch my back?
[D] They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
They holla, Big Browse.
They call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
[G] And they know who to call when they want that noise.
[D] I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger.
Sipping blue flame burner with some redneck bastards.
Push four wheels faster, dig down deeper.
Off-road [A] rambler, you can feel me through the [D] speakers.
Kid folk love me, call me Big Smoke Cephus.
Teaching old shit granddaddy, trying to teach us.
How to skin a buck and run a trot [G] line.
The simple things that help a country boy to survive.
[D] I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine.
A foot on the pedal, I get a damn good time.
I walk a line like Johnny, smoke them like Willie.
Toast to the country folk, race them hell if you feel me.
Love you if you love me, fuck you if you ain't with me.
Just a good old boy, backwood hillbilly.
Jacked up boss, truck mud covered in shit.
Best believe it's about some [Dm] bread.
If you see me in your [D] city, holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they [C#] know who to call when they want that [D] noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country boy.
And they know who to call when they want that noise.
Holla Hick.
Browse, they call me the Big Browse.
I'm known as that backwood country