Chords for Drew Jacobs & Upchurch - Redneck Rockstar (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
95.6 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
Bb
G
Gbm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Gbm]
[Bm] [Gbm]
[Gm] [A] [Dbm] [Gb] [Gbm]
[Dbm] [Gb] [Gbm]
[A] [Eb]
[D] [Dbm] [G] [Gbm]
[G] [Db]
[Gbm] [G] [F] [Fm]
[Cm] [Fm] I see you looking at me.
Nah man, I think she's looking at me.
[Fm] Well let's find out.
Friday I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending it, Sunday son I'm still at the bar.
Redneck Rockstar.
Monday I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday [Bb] I'm begging [Fm] friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck rockstar.
Redneck Rockstar, catching my chick on a Friday, falling out [Bb] the same night, go [Fm] ahead, tap the key.
I get drunk off the ladies who stay twerking up in the denim, I waste money on gasoline
at the 7-Eleven.
A couple cans of tobacco in the case of the good, good.
I be in the cut, civil right, I'm rocking the cow, good.
All I do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down.
So put the green in my pocket, pay bills and smoke black.
It's that backwards gotta get it, by any means, kind of living.
I'm drunk, metal painted, house has done some crooked shit even, but I ain't even gonna
lie, spending dollars on good times.
So grab that jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this on daytime, I'm still at
the bar like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck, the black star.
I've been cruising the [Bb] back roads of my own hometown, tolgating the tall grass, [Fm] sipping
on that [Bb] brown, sleeping in the contract, yeah, that's where I'm found.
Where your aqua don't get service in a small ass town.
[F] And the holler, it goes [Bb] down, southern bells getting wild, dirty dancing in a diesel to
a [F] deep southern sound.
It's a dirty night, I'm knee slapping the Allen Jackson with Coca-Cola and a [Bb] splash of
Jack in the [Fm] action, let's make it happen.
I'm about dead, on Sundays, but still making the church.
Rolling in the woods, hungover [Bb] and my damn back hurts.
[Fm] But I got a sweat for the paper to burn a hole in my jeans.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star.
Don't be ashamed to get wild on the weekends, son.
In this crazy world we live in, we gotta learn how to let loose somehow.
Fill up on [Bb] these, bro!
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks [Bbm] up on blocks.
Not a dime to [Eb] my name, good looks are all that I've got.
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks up on blocks.
Bouldering Friday, rolling [Bb] around, I'm buying [Cm] shots round the [Fm] clock.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, [Cm] the black star.
[Fm] Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a [Eb] redneck, the black star.
[Fm] Friday, I'm feeling rich, [Cm] Saturday night I'm spending [Fm] this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star.
[G] [C] [G] [Eb]
[Bbm] [G]
Hello?
[Gm]
[Bm] [Gbm]
[Gm] [A] [Dbm] [Gb] [Gbm]
[Dbm] [Gb] [Gbm]
[A] [Eb]
[D] [Dbm] [G] [Gbm]
[G] [Db]
[Gbm] [G] [F] [Fm]
[Cm] [Fm] I see you looking at me.
Nah man, I think she's looking at me.
[Fm] Well let's find out.
Friday I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending it, Sunday son I'm still at the bar.
Redneck Rockstar.
Monday I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday [Bb] I'm begging [Fm] friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck rockstar.
Redneck Rockstar, catching my chick on a Friday, falling out [Bb] the same night, go [Fm] ahead, tap the key.
I get drunk off the ladies who stay twerking up in the denim, I waste money on gasoline
at the 7-Eleven.
A couple cans of tobacco in the case of the good, good.
I be in the cut, civil right, I'm rocking the cow, good.
All I do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down.
So put the green in my pocket, pay bills and smoke black.
It's that backwards gotta get it, by any means, kind of living.
I'm drunk, metal painted, house has done some crooked shit even, but I ain't even gonna
lie, spending dollars on good times.
So grab that jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this on daytime, I'm still at
the bar like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck, the black star.
I've been cruising the [Bb] back roads of my own hometown, tolgating the tall grass, [Fm] sipping
on that [Bb] brown, sleeping in the contract, yeah, that's where I'm found.
Where your aqua don't get service in a small ass town.
[F] And the holler, it goes [Bb] down, southern bells getting wild, dirty dancing in a diesel to
a [F] deep southern sound.
It's a dirty night, I'm knee slapping the Allen Jackson with Coca-Cola and a [Bb] splash of
Jack in the [Fm] action, let's make it happen.
I'm about dead, on Sundays, but still making the church.
Rolling in the woods, hungover [Bb] and my damn back hurts.
[Fm] But I got a sweat for the paper to burn a hole in my jeans.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star.
Don't be ashamed to get wild on the weekends, son.
In this crazy world we live in, we gotta learn how to let loose somehow.
Fill up on [Bb] these, bro!
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks [Bbm] up on blocks.
Not a dime to [Eb] my name, good looks are all that I've got.
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks up on blocks.
Bouldering Friday, rolling [Bb] around, I'm buying [Cm] shots round the [Fm] clock.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, [Cm] the black star.
[Fm] Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a [Eb] redneck, the black star.
[Fm] Friday, I'm feeling rich, [Cm] Saturday night I'm spending [Fm] this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star.
[G] [C] [G] [Eb]
[Bbm] [G]
Hello?
[Gm]
Key:
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Bb
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Gbm
Eb
Fm
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[Gbm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Fm] I see you looking at me.
Nah man, I think she's looking at me.
[Fm] Well let's find out.
Friday I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending it, Sunday son I'm still at the bar.
Redneck Rockstar.
Monday I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday [Bb] I'm begging [Fm] friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck rockstar.
Redneck Rockstar, catching my chick on a Friday, falling out [Bb] the same night, go [Fm] ahead, tap the key.
I get drunk off the ladies who stay twerking up in the denim, I waste money on gasoline
at the 7-Eleven.
A couple cans of tobacco in the case of the good, good.
I be in the cut, civil right, I'm rocking the cow, good.
All I do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down.
So put the green in my pocket, pay bills and smoke black.
It's that backwards gotta get it, by any means, kind of living.
I'm drunk, metal painted, house has done some crooked shit even, but I ain't even gonna
lie, spending dollars on good times.
So grab that jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this on daytime, I'm still at
the bar like a redneck, the black star.
_ Monday, I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck, the black star.
I've been cruising the [Bb] back roads of my own hometown, tolgating the tall grass, [Fm] sipping
on that [Bb] brown, sleeping in the contract, yeah, that's where I'm found.
Where your aqua don't get service in a small ass town.
[F] And the holler, it goes [Bb] down, southern bells getting wild, dirty dancing in a diesel to
a [F] deep southern sound.
It's a dirty night, I'm knee slapping the Allen Jackson with Coca-Cola and a [Bb] splash of
Jack in the [Fm] action, let's make it happen.
I'm about dead, on Sundays, but still making the church.
Rolling in the woods, hungover [Bb] and my damn back hurts.
[Fm] But I got a sweat for the paper to burn a hole in my jeans.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
_ Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star. _
Don't be ashamed to get wild on the weekends, son.
In this crazy world we live in, we gotta learn how to let loose somehow.
Fill up on [Bb] these, bro!
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks [Bbm] up on blocks.
Not a dime to [Eb] my name, good looks are all that I've got.
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks up on blocks.
Bouldering Friday, rolling [Bb] around, I'm buying [Cm] shots round the [Fm] clock.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, [Cm] the black star.
[Fm] Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a [Eb] redneck, the black star.
[Fm] _ Friday, I'm feeling rich, [Cm] Saturday night I'm spending [Fm] this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star. _
_ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
Hello? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
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_ _ [Gm] _ [A] _ [Dbm] _ [Gb] _ _ [Gbm] _
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[Gbm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Fm] I see you looking at me.
Nah man, I think she's looking at me.
[Fm] Well let's find out.
Friday I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending it, Sunday son I'm still at the bar.
Redneck Rockstar.
Monday I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday [Bb] I'm begging [Fm] friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck rockstar.
Redneck Rockstar, catching my chick on a Friday, falling out [Bb] the same night, go [Fm] ahead, tap the key.
I get drunk off the ladies who stay twerking up in the denim, I waste money on gasoline
at the 7-Eleven.
A couple cans of tobacco in the case of the good, good.
I be in the cut, civil right, I'm rocking the cow, good.
All I do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down.
So put the green in my pocket, pay bills and smoke black.
It's that backwards gotta get it, by any means, kind of living.
I'm drunk, metal painted, house has done some crooked shit even, but I ain't even gonna
lie, spending dollars on good times.
So grab that jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this on daytime, I'm still at
the bar like a redneck, the black star.
_ Monday, I'm broken, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday, so damn
far I'm a redneck, the black star.
I've been cruising the [Bb] back roads of my own hometown, tolgating the tall grass, [Fm] sipping
on that [Bb] brown, sleeping in the contract, yeah, that's where I'm found.
Where your aqua don't get service in a small ass town.
[F] And the holler, it goes [Bb] down, southern bells getting wild, dirty dancing in a diesel to
a [F] deep southern sound.
It's a dirty night, I'm knee slapping the Allen Jackson with Coca-Cola and a [Bb] splash of
Jack in the [Fm] action, let's make it happen.
I'm about dead, on Sundays, but still making the church.
Rolling in the woods, hungover [Bb] and my damn back hurts.
[Fm] But I got a sweat for the paper to burn a hole in my jeans.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
_ Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star. _
Don't be ashamed to get wild on the weekends, son.
In this crazy world we live in, we gotta learn how to let loose somehow.
Fill up on [Bb] these, bro!
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks [Bbm] up on blocks.
Not a dime to [Eb] my name, good looks are all that I've got.
[Fm] Ain't got my rent paid, nothing saved, trucks up on blocks.
Bouldering Friday, rolling [Bb] around, I'm buying [Cm] shots round the [Fm] clock.
Redneck, rock star, repeat it all next week.
Friday, I'm feeling rich, Saturday night I'm spending this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, [Cm] the black star.
[Fm] Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a [Eb] redneck, the black star.
[Fm] _ Friday, I'm feeling rich, [Cm] Saturday night I'm spending [Fm] this Sunday, sun up still at the
bar, like a redneck, the black star.
Monday, I'm broke again, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm begging friends, on Thursday, Mayday,
so damn far I'm a redneck, the black star. _
_ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
Hello? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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