Chords for Frank Foster - Ridin' For The Brand - Official Music Video
Tempo:
85 bpm
Chords used:
G
Bb
C
Gm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
I've been running for a long time, catch me if you can.
I've been a Gulf Coast cowboy, a Louisiana plowboy, a Nashville wanted man.
Rope nicked and turned me loose and I came bucking out to shoot right in, nothing but the truth.
But a blue collar bank was banned.
[Bb] A little dirt road, so red nicked, [C] rock and roll, and a whole lot of who [G] I am.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and [C] Big Bob Seeger's where I [G] make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[C]
I've been running for a long time, running roughshod and reckless.
Old Skinner knows my name and I sang and drank with Hank and two-stepped in [C] Texas.
But I made my own road, kept out of control, still chomping out a hole most any time [Gm] I can.
And [G]
[Bb] getting around every Saturday [C] night and putting a few more miles on the [G] music man.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread and see a sound all [Dm] over the [G] land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[Bb] [Gm]
[G] [Bb]
[G] [Gm]
[Bb] [C] [G] Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a beat-up [G] van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[C] [G]
I've been running for a long time, catch me if you can.
I've been a Gulf Coast cowboy, a Louisiana plowboy, a Nashville wanted man.
Rope nicked and turned me loose and I came bucking out to shoot right in, nothing but the truth.
But a blue collar bank was banned.
[Bb] A little dirt road, so red nicked, [C] rock and roll, and a whole lot of who [G] I am.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and [C] Big Bob Seeger's where I [G] make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[C]
I've been running for a long time, running roughshod and reckless.
Old Skinner knows my name and I sang and drank with Hank and two-stepped in [C] Texas.
But I made my own road, kept out of control, still chomping out a hole most any time [Gm] I can.
And [G]
[Bb] getting around every Saturday [C] night and putting a few more miles on the [G] music man.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread and see a sound all [Dm] over the [G] land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[Bb] [Gm]
[G] [Bb]
[G] [Gm]
[Bb] [C] [G] Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a beat-up [G] van.
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land.
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain.
[C] [G]
Key:
G
Bb
C
Gm
Dm
G
Bb
C
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I've been running for a long time, catch me if you can.
I've been a Gulf Coast cowboy, a Louisiana plowboy, a Nashville wanted man.
Rope nicked and turned me loose and I came bucking out to shoot right in, nothing but the truth.
But a blue collar bank was banned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] A little dirt road, so red nicked, [C] rock and roll, and a whole lot of who [G] I am.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van. _
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land. _
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and [C] Big Bob Seeger's where I [G] make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've been running for a long time, running roughshod and reckless.
Old Skinner knows my name and I sang and drank with Hank and two-stepped in [C] Texas.
But I made my own road, kept out of control, still chomping out a hole most any time [Gm] I can.
And _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Bb] getting around every Saturday [C] night and putting a few more miles on the [G] music man.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
_ [Bb] Town by town we spread and see a sound all [Dm] over the [G] land.
_ [Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a beat-up [G] van. _
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land. _
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I've been running for a long time, catch me if you can.
I've been a Gulf Coast cowboy, a Louisiana plowboy, a Nashville wanted man.
Rope nicked and turned me loose and I came bucking out to shoot right in, nothing but the truth.
But a blue collar bank was banned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] A little dirt road, so red nicked, [C] rock and roll, and a whole lot of who [G] I am.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van. _
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land. _
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and [C] Big Bob Seeger's where I [G] make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've been running for a long time, running roughshod and reckless.
Old Skinner knows my name and I sang and drank with Hank and two-stepped in [C] Texas.
But I made my own road, kept out of control, still chomping out a hole most any time [Gm] I can.
And _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Bb] getting around every Saturday [C] night and putting a few more miles on the [G] music man.
Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of whiskey-finned pickers and a [G] beat-up van.
_ [Bb] Town by town we spread and see a sound all [Dm] over the [G] land.
_ [Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ Eighteen hours on [Bb] four-mile tires, a bunch of [C] whiskey-finned pickers and a beat-up [G] van. _
[Bb] Town by town we spread [C] and see a sound all [G] over the land. _
[Bb] Somewhere between Old Hank and Big Bob Seeger's where [G] I make my stand.
I'm the bucking-pile, six [Bb]-string ring-crossed steel [C]-aired hero riding [G] for the brain. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _