Chords for Ginger St James - Country Bumpkin
Tempo:
123.35 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Bb] [C] [D]
[C]
[Gm]
Well, I ain't no city slicker, my skin's been getting thicker, sitting by my lonesome [C] like I'm locked up in Folsom,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to [E] do.
In [G] the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Am] my guitar, just [Gm]
singing the [C] blues.
[G]
[C] I left all the city cause I couldn't drink a pret, so [E] I hiked it to the corner with a Chevy driving kit,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to do.
In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Dm] my guitar, [G] just singing the [C] blues.
[G]
[Bb] I'm a chick from the sticks, I get [C] my kicks, pick and [Eb] lick, so I'm a drinking, shake, kicking son of a bitch,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing [C] to do.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, [F] I raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
[G]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[G] [F] [G]
[C] [G]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[G] [F] [G]
[C]
Well, I can take a licking and keep on ticking, so you can keep your eyes closed and sticking with the chicken,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing [C] to do.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I [F] raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
[G]
[Em] You're late, [C]
you're late, [C]
[F]
[C] you're late.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise my guitar, [Gm]
just singing the [C] blues.
[F] [B] [A] [C]
[Bb] [C] [D]
[C]
[Gm]
Well, I ain't no city slicker, my skin's been getting thicker, sitting by my lonesome [C] like I'm locked up in Folsom,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to [E] do.
In [G] the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Am] my guitar, just [Gm]
singing the [C] blues.
[G]
[C] I left all the city cause I couldn't drink a pret, so [E] I hiked it to the corner with a Chevy driving kit,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to do.
In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Dm] my guitar, [G] just singing the [C] blues.
[G]
[Bb] I'm a chick from the sticks, I get [C] my kicks, pick and [Eb] lick, so I'm a drinking, shake, kicking son of a bitch,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing [C] to do.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, [F] I raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
[G]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[G] [F] [G]
[C] [G]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[G] [F] [G]
[C]
Well, I can take a licking and keep on ticking, so you can keep your eyes closed and sticking with the chicken,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing [C] to do.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I [F] raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
[G]
[Em] You're late, [C]
you're late, [C]
[F]
[C] you're late.
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise my guitar, [Gm]
just singing the [C] blues.
[F] [B] [A] [C]
Key:
C
G
F
Bb
Gm
C
G
F
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
Well, I ain't no city slicker, my skin's been getting thicker, sitting by my lonesome [C] like I'm locked up in Folsom,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to [E] do. _ _ _ _
In [G] the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Am] my guitar, just [Gm]
singing the [C] blues.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[C] I left all the city cause I couldn't drink a pret, so [E] I hiked it to the corner with a Chevy driving kit,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to do. _ _ _ _
In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Dm] my guitar, [G] just singing the [C] blues.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bb] I'm a chick from the sticks, I get [C] my kicks, pick and [Eb] lick, so I'm a drinking, shake, kicking son of a bitch,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, _ we do nothing [C] to do. _ _ _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, [F] I raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I can take a licking and keep on ticking, so you can keep your eyes closed and sticking with the chicken,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, _ we do nothing [C] to do. _ _ _ _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I [F] raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
_ _ [G] _ _
[Em] You're late, _ _ _ [C] _
you're _ _ late, [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] you're _ _ late. _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise my guitar, [Gm]
just singing the [C] blues.
_ [F] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
Well, I ain't no city slicker, my skin's been getting thicker, sitting by my lonesome [C] like I'm locked up in Folsom,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to [E] do. _ _ _ _
In [G] the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Am] my guitar, just [Gm]
singing the [C] blues.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[C] I left all the city cause I couldn't drink a pret, so [E] I hiked it to the corner with a Chevy driving kit,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, we do nothing to do. _ _ _ _
In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise [Dm] my guitar, [G] just singing the [C] blues.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bb] I'm a chick from the sticks, I get [C] my kicks, pick and [Eb] lick, so I'm a drinking, shake, kicking son of a bitch,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, _ we do nothing [C] to do. _ _ _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, [F] I raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I can take a licking and keep on ticking, so you can keep your eyes closed and sticking with the chicken,
[F] Oh, Rambling comes a-voking, _ we do nothing [C] to do. _ _ _ _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I [F] raise my guitar, [G] just singing [C] the blues.
_ _ [G] _ _
[Em] You're late, _ _ _ [C] _
you're _ _ late, [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] you're _ _ late. _ _
[G] In the corner of Keaton Cross, I raise my guitar, [Gm]
just singing the [C] blues.
_ [F] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _