Chords for Bryan Martin - Never Coming Home (Official Lyric Video)
Tempo:
77.2 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [C#]
[B] [C#]
[C#] My granddaddy was a trucker, took [F#] his fair share of buffers, chasing white lines for
he never let [C#] us down.
kind of drifting with [F#] a guitar and a bottle,
cut tail and run too often to [B] a bar down in Austin, [F#] if I forget the words, you can
But you can bet I [F#] know about a lost [C#] and road, you can bet I [F#] know about a heavy [G#] load.
They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it isn't [F#] as easy as writing [C#m] a song.
[B] [C#]
[C#] My granddaddy was a trucker, took [F#] his fair share of buffers, chasing white lines for
he never let [C#] us down.
kind of drifting with [F#] a guitar and a bottle,
cut tail and run too often to [B] a bar down in Austin, [F#] if I forget the words, you can
But you can bet I [F#] know about a lost [C#] and road, you can bet I [F#] know about a heavy [G#] load.
They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it isn't [F#] as easy as writing [C#m] a song.
100% ➙ 77BPM
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
C#
F#
B
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [C#] My granddaddy was a trucker, took [F#] his fair share of buffers, chasing white lines for
a dollar, but he never let [C#] us down.
_ Now I'm a different breed of drifter, I [B] do my kind of drifting with [F#] a guitar and a bottle,
and I play it [C#] good and loud.
_ I cut tail and run too often to [B] a bar down in Austin, [F#] if I forget the words, you can
blame it on [C#] the crown.
But you can bet I [F#] know about a lost [C#] and road, _ you can bet I [F#] know about a heavy [G#] load.
_ They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it isn't [F#] as easy as writing [C#m] a song.
[C#] Tell my babies I love them, but their daddy ain't never coming home.
_ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ I still remember hearing [B] the roaring of the engine, [F#] rolling in the drive after one [C#] long run.
And he worked his self to death, [B] but on his deathbed [F#] he looked at me and said, the job ain't done.
_ [C#m] And [C#] I seen all I could see, [B] just the guitar and me, [F#] chasing every honky-tonk and [C#] setting sun.
But you can bet [F#] I know about a lost [C#] and road, _ you can bet [F#] I know _ about a heavy [G#] load.
They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it [F#] isn't as easy as writing a song.
[C#]
Tell my babies I love them, [G#] but their daddy ain't never [C#] coming home.
_ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ You can bet [F#] I know about [C#] a lost and road, _ you can bet [F#] I know _ about a [G#] heavy load. _
[C#] They call it playing for a [B] living, but the truth is it [F#] isn't as easy as [G#m] writing a song.
[C#] Tell my babies I love [G#] them, but their daddy ain't [C#] never coming home.
[F#] _
[C#] Tell my babies I love [G#] them, but their daddy ain't [C#] never coming home.
[B] _ _
[F#] _ _ Ain't [C#] never coming home.
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [C#] My granddaddy was a trucker, took [F#] his fair share of buffers, chasing white lines for
a dollar, but he never let [C#] us down.
_ Now I'm a different breed of drifter, I [B] do my kind of drifting with [F#] a guitar and a bottle,
and I play it [C#] good and loud.
_ I cut tail and run too often to [B] a bar down in Austin, [F#] if I forget the words, you can
blame it on [C#] the crown.
But you can bet I [F#] know about a lost [C#] and road, _ you can bet I [F#] know about a heavy [G#] load.
_ They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it isn't [F#] as easy as writing [C#m] a song.
[C#] Tell my babies I love them, but their daddy ain't never coming home.
_ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ I still remember hearing [B] the roaring of the engine, [F#] rolling in the drive after one [C#] long run.
And he worked his self to death, [B] but on his deathbed [F#] he looked at me and said, the job ain't done.
_ [C#m] And [C#] I seen all I could see, [B] just the guitar and me, [F#] chasing every honky-tonk and [C#] setting sun.
But you can bet [F#] I know about a lost [C#] and road, _ you can bet [F#] I know _ about a heavy [G#] load.
They [C#] call it playing for a living, [B] but the truth is it [F#] isn't as easy as writing a song.
[C#]
Tell my babies I love them, [G#] but their daddy ain't never [C#] coming home.
_ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ You can bet [F#] I know about [C#] a lost and road, _ you can bet [F#] I know _ about a [G#] heavy load. _
[C#] They call it playing for a [B] living, but the truth is it [F#] isn't as easy as [G#m] writing a song.
[C#] Tell my babies I love [G#] them, but their daddy ain't [C#] never coming home.
[F#] _
[C#] Tell my babies I love [G#] them, but their daddy ain't [C#] never coming home.
[B] _ _
[F#] _ _ Ain't [C#] never coming home.
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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