Chords for Brantley Gilbert & Jelly Roll - Live Performance of #SonOfTheDirtySouth for #tunnel2towers
Tempo:
138.85 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
E
C#m
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Tunnels and Towers, Wild Horse Saloon, Nashville, Tennessee.
a good time to play Son of the Dirty South
for the first time, featuring my brother Jelly Roll.
Let's get it.
throwed off, and I'm buck wild.
son of the dirty south.
[F#] [C#]
[E] [C#]
a good time to play Son of the Dirty South
for the first time, featuring my brother Jelly Roll.
Let's get it.
throwed off, and I'm buck wild.
son of the dirty south.
[F#] [C#]
[E] [C#]
100% ➙ 139BPM
C#
F#
E
C#m
D#
C#
F#
E
_ Tunnels and Towers, Wild Horse Saloon, Nashville, Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ Seems like a good time to play Son of the Dirty South
for the first time, featuring my brother Jelly Roll.
Let's get it.
♪ I'm tatted up, I'm gassed up, [C#m] I'm throwed off, and I'm buck wild.
♪ I'm the rally, [C#] I'm the son of the dirty south. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [C#] ♪ This that southern _ playalistic, Willie smoking whiskey, sipping.
♪ Southern like my mama's kitchen, gravy biscuits, fried chicken,
back roads, I'm still tipping, wood wheel, I'm still gripping,
staying strong, no ass kissing, old school [A#] ass whipping.
[C#m] ♪ Come from the bottom, nothing is a problem, so get on my dot,
♪ I'm a promise, I'll root the blue collar, [C#] them boys from the holler,
♪ do anything that they can just for a dollar,
♪ pit bulls in the yard, broken, now gone.
♪ I'm [C#m] like, fuck it, I'm hot.
♪ I pull up, train [C#] the punk, hip hip with the double white dime.
♪ Cause I'm the son of the dirty south.
♪ Got the type of mama watching out my 30 mile.
♪ Picking straights with long hair, raising metal,
♪ let [F#] you in, never trade [C#] off.
♪ Guns on the train, smoking piles, [F#] you can get [F#] out.
♪ Pant it up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and [E] I'm buck wild.
[F#] ♪ Well, I'm the son of the [C#] dirty south. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ ♪ I'm the son of the dirty south.
♪ From a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop,
♪ somewhere between Hank 3-6 and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash.
♪ _ This an old school [C#m] flavor,
♪ sipping something, ripping more lies than no book paper.
[C#] ♪ Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again, bad boy.
♪ We all know good women love troubled [C#m] men.
♪ Got that music cranked loud, won't turn shit down.
♪ Peaceful people, but believe [C#] that we gon' burn shit down.
♪ I'm the son of the dirty [F#] south.
♪ Got the type [C#] of mama watching out my 30 mile.
♪ Big as shit, just I'm a real, real rebel,
♪ and you better never turn it off.
♪ Guns on, drank this fucking [F#] house,
♪ and you can win it all.
♪ Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild.
♪ Well, I'm the son [C#] of the dirty south.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Give it up for this boy, Hank. _ _ _
Yo, Mr.
and Mrs.
Mr.
Bradley Gilbert.
[E] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ ♪ You know some folks don't change, [B] we stand for the flag.
♪ [F#] Only kneel to pray, it's a land of the free.
♪ The cause of the free, [E] from the cradle [F#] to the grave. _
♪ [E] We were made in the USA.
[F#]
Let's go!
[C#] ♪ I'm the son of [D#] _ _ [F#]
the dirty south.
♪ Got the [E] type of mama watching [C#] out my 30 mile.
[F#] ♪ Big as shit, just [C#] I'm a real, real rebel,
♪ and you better never turn it off.
♪ Guns on, [D#] drank this fucking [F#] house,
♪ and you can win it [C#] all.
♪ Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck [F#] wild.
_ Bradley, I'm the [C#] son of the dirty south. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Bradley, I'm the [E] son of the dirty south.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ Bradley, I'm the son of the [F#] dirty south.
_ [C#] Give it up for [D#] Jerry Ross!
_ Y'all make some noise for the living legend, Bradley [N] Gilbert! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [N] I just want to say I'm honored to be able to do this for such a righteous cause,
and to perform in front of so many heroes.
We are fans of y'all and we love you! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Seems like a good time to play Son of the Dirty South
for the first time, featuring my brother Jelly Roll.
Let's get it.
♪ I'm tatted up, I'm gassed up, [C#m] I'm throwed off, and I'm buck wild.
♪ I'm the rally, [C#] I'm the son of the dirty south. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [C#] ♪ This that southern _ playalistic, Willie smoking whiskey, sipping.
♪ Southern like my mama's kitchen, gravy biscuits, fried chicken,
back roads, I'm still tipping, wood wheel, I'm still gripping,
staying strong, no ass kissing, old school [A#] ass whipping.
[C#m] ♪ Come from the bottom, nothing is a problem, so get on my dot,
♪ I'm a promise, I'll root the blue collar, [C#] them boys from the holler,
♪ do anything that they can just for a dollar,
♪ pit bulls in the yard, broken, now gone.
♪ I'm [C#m] like, fuck it, I'm hot.
♪ I pull up, train [C#] the punk, hip hip with the double white dime.
♪ Cause I'm the son of the dirty south.
♪ Got the type of mama watching out my 30 mile.
♪ Picking straights with long hair, raising metal,
♪ let [F#] you in, never trade [C#] off.
♪ Guns on the train, smoking piles, [F#] you can get [F#] out.
♪ Pant it up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and [E] I'm buck wild.
[F#] ♪ Well, I'm the son of the [C#] dirty south. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ ♪ I'm the son of the dirty south.
♪ From a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop,
♪ somewhere between Hank 3-6 and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash.
♪ _ This an old school [C#m] flavor,
♪ sipping something, ripping more lies than no book paper.
[C#] ♪ Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again, bad boy.
♪ We all know good women love troubled [C#m] men.
♪ Got that music cranked loud, won't turn shit down.
♪ Peaceful people, but believe [C#] that we gon' burn shit down.
♪ I'm the son of the dirty [F#] south.
♪ Got the type [C#] of mama watching out my 30 mile.
♪ Big as shit, just I'm a real, real rebel,
♪ and you better never turn it off.
♪ Guns on, drank this fucking [F#] house,
♪ and you can win it all.
♪ Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild.
♪ Well, I'm the son [C#] of the dirty south.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Give it up for this boy, Hank. _ _ _
Yo, Mr.
and Mrs.
Mr.
Bradley Gilbert.
[E] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ ♪ You know some folks don't change, [B] we stand for the flag.
♪ [F#] Only kneel to pray, it's a land of the free.
♪ The cause of the free, [E] from the cradle [F#] to the grave. _
♪ [E] We were made in the USA.
[F#]
Let's go!
[C#] ♪ I'm the son of [D#] _ _ [F#]
the dirty south.
♪ Got the [E] type of mama watching [C#] out my 30 mile.
[F#] ♪ Big as shit, just [C#] I'm a real, real rebel,
♪ and you better never turn it off.
♪ Guns on, [D#] drank this fucking [F#] house,
♪ and you can win it [C#] all.
♪ Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck [F#] wild.
_ Bradley, I'm the [C#] son of the dirty south. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Bradley, I'm the [E] son of the dirty south.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ Bradley, I'm the son of the [F#] dirty south.
_ [C#] Give it up for [D#] Jerry Ross!
_ Y'all make some noise for the living legend, Bradley [N] Gilbert! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [N] I just want to say I'm honored to be able to do this for such a righteous cause,
and to perform in front of so many heroes.
We are fans of y'all and we love you! _ _ _ _ _ _ _