Chords for BRELAND - Praise The Lord (feat. Thomas Rhett) (Audio)
Tempo:
107.35 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
B
A
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[B] [D] [E] to you.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and banana.
[B] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and [B] need and more.
I might turn up on [A] Saturday,
but first they [E] ain't turning more.
Now praise the lord.
Praise the lord for sister Julie.
Big old hat and tambourine.
She keeps playing [C#m] when we're shouting.
[G#m] Doesn't know that she's off [D] beat.
[E] Praise the lord for my bartender.
Turns a single into two.
We went crazy out there last night.
We need saving in this [D] feud.
[G#m] It don't matter how you worship.
[A] To no saint, [F#] get a [E] loose.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and [D] banana.
Praise the [B] lord that I got
[F#m] everything I [E] want and need
and [C#] more.
[B] I might [G#m] turn up on Saturday,
[F#m] but first they ain't turning [E] more.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the [D] lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] Praise the lord for my three babies
and one ass on the way.
All the words up in the good book
and burned up on my [D] Chevrolet.
[E] Praise the lord for Sunday morning
and paycheck Friday afternoons.
Cold beer conversation.
Broken cowboy [D] boots.
[B] It don't matter how you worship.
[N] To no saint, win or lose.
[E] Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma [A] and banana.
[G#m] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and need
and more.
[G#m] I might turn up on [Em] Saturday,
but first they ain't turning more.
Praise the lord.
Here [E] I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the [D] lord.
[A] [E] Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
[C#m] [D] Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] [N]
[B] [D] [E] to you.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and banana.
[B] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and [B] need and more.
I might turn up on [A] Saturday,
but first they [E] ain't turning more.
Now praise the lord.
Praise the lord for sister Julie.
Big old hat and tambourine.
She keeps playing [C#m] when we're shouting.
[G#m] Doesn't know that she's off [D] beat.
[E] Praise the lord for my bartender.
Turns a single into two.
We went crazy out there last night.
We need saving in this [D] feud.
[G#m] It don't matter how you worship.
[A] To no saint, [F#] get a [E] loose.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and [D] banana.
Praise the [B] lord that I got
[F#m] everything I [E] want and need
and [C#] more.
[B] I might [G#m] turn up on Saturday,
[F#m] but first they ain't turning [E] more.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the [D] lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] Praise the lord for my three babies
and one ass on the way.
All the words up in the good book
and burned up on my [D] Chevrolet.
[E] Praise the lord for Sunday morning
and paycheck Friday afternoons.
Cold beer conversation.
Broken cowboy [D] boots.
[B] It don't matter how you worship.
[N] To no saint, win or lose.
[E] Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma [A] and banana.
[G#m] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and need
and more.
[G#m] I might turn up on [Em] Saturday,
but first they ain't turning more.
Praise the lord.
Here [E] I get with me.
That's for sure.
Praise the [D] lord.
[A] [E] Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
[C#m] [D] Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] [N]
Key:
E
D
B
A
G#m
E
D
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] [E] to you.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and banana.
[B] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and [B] need and more.
I might turn up on [A] Saturday,
but first they [E] ain't turning more.
Now praise the lord.
_ Praise the lord for sister Julie.
Big old hat and tambourine.
She keeps playing [C#m] when we're shouting.
[G#m] Doesn't know that she's off [D] beat.
[E] Praise the lord for my bartender.
Turns a single into two.
We went crazy out there last night.
We need saving in this [D] feud.
[G#m] It don't matter how you worship.
[A] To no saint, [F#] get a [E] loose.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and [D] banana.
Praise the [B] lord that I got
[F#m] everything I [E] want and need
and [C#] more.
[B] I might [G#m] turn up on Saturday,
[F#m] but first they ain't turning [E] more.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the lord.
_ Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the [D] lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] Praise the lord for my three babies
and one ass on the way.
All the words up in the good book
and burned up on my [D] Chevrolet.
[E] Praise the lord for Sunday morning
and paycheck Friday afternoons.
Cold beer conversation.
Broken cowboy [D] boots.
[B] It don't matter how you worship.
[N] To no saint, win or lose.
[E] Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma [A] and banana.
[G#m] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and need
and more.
[G#m] I might turn up on [Em] Saturday,
but first they ain't turning more.
Praise the lord.
Here [E] I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the [D] lord.
[A] _ [E] Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
[C#m] _ [D] Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] [E] to you.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and banana.
[B] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and [B] need and more.
I might turn up on [A] Saturday,
but first they [E] ain't turning more.
Now praise the lord.
_ Praise the lord for sister Julie.
Big old hat and tambourine.
She keeps playing [C#m] when we're shouting.
[G#m] Doesn't know that she's off [D] beat.
[E] Praise the lord for my bartender.
Turns a single into two.
We went crazy out there last night.
We need saving in this [D] feud.
[G#m] It don't matter how you worship.
[A] To no saint, [F#] get a [E] loose.
Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma and [D] banana.
Praise the [B] lord that I got
[F#m] everything I [E] want and need
and [C#] more.
[B] I might [G#m] turn up on Saturday,
[F#m] but first they ain't turning [E] more.
Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the lord.
_ Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the [D] lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] Praise the lord for my three babies
and one ass on the way.
All the words up in the good book
and burned up on my [D] Chevrolet.
[E] Praise the lord for Sunday morning
and paycheck Friday afternoons.
Cold beer conversation.
Broken cowboy [D] boots.
[B] It don't matter how you worship.
[N] To no saint, win or lose.
[E] Praise the lord for several women.
Hit me engines, crispy chicken.
Praise the lord for East Atlanta.
Country grandma [A] and banana.
[G#m] Praise the lord that I got
[A] everything I want and need
and more.
[G#m] I might turn up on [Em] Saturday,
but first they ain't turning more.
Praise the lord.
Here [E] I get with me.
That's for sure.
_ Praise the [D] lord.
[A] _ [E] Praise the lord.
Here I get with me.
That's for sure.
[C#m] _ [D] Praise the lord.
Praise the lord.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _