Chords for Kidd G - Passin Thru (Lyrics)

Tempo:
82.95 bpm
Chords used:

B

F#

G#m

Dm

C#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Kidd G - Passin Thru (Lyrics) chords
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[F#] [C#]
[F#] If you take a left right there, at the [A#m] end of [C#] Preston Road, you'll reach a house that
was my [B] first idea, of somewhere I'd call home.
[C#] Can't remember every [F#] detail, but [A#m] there's certain things that stick, like how my [D#m] mom
taught me manners, and [B] papa taught me how to fish.
[F#] Off of exit 315, me [C#] and my buddies used to hang,
[G#] startin' fires and makin' trouble, hit the mud after it [D#m] rained.
[C#] There's a [B] lingering nostalgia in [F#] the air,
[B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere.
[G#m] This little town [D#m] that made me will [G#] forever bear my youth,
[D#m] but I was never destined [B] to build ruins, no I'm [F#] just passin' through.
Funny how the times have changed, gone is grass that used to grow,
hell it seems like yesterday, your eyes were all I'd ever know.
Sometimes I miss those simple days, four wheel drives and red clay roads,
[G#] reminiscing so much clearer, reflecting through my [A#m] rear view mirror.
[C#] [B] There's a lingering nostalgia in [F#] the air,
[B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere.
[G#m] This little town that made me will [B] forever bear my youth,
[G#m] but I was never destined to build [B] ruins, no I'm just [F#] passin' through.
[B]
[F#]
[G#m]
[B]
[G#m] [B] [F#]
There's a [B] lingering nostalgia [F#] in the air, [B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere.
[G#m] This little town that made me [B] will forever bear my youth,
[G#m] but I was never destined to [B] build ruins, no I'm just [F#] passin' through.
[Dm]
[Am] [G]
[Dm] [F]
[Gm] [Dm] [Am] [Gm]
[G] [Dm] [Am] [Dm]
[D] [Am] [Gm]
[G] [Dm] [Am] [Dm]
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B
12341112
F#
134211112
G#m
123111114
Dm
2311
C#
12341114
B
12341112
F#
134211112
G#m
123111114
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] If you take a left right there, at the [A#m] end of [C#] Preston Road, you'll reach a house that
was my [B] first idea, of somewhere I'd call home.
[C#] Can't remember every [F#] detail, but [A#m] there's certain things that stick, like how my [D#m] mom
taught me manners, and [B] papa taught me how to fish.
[F#] Off of exit 315, me [C#] and my buddies used to hang,
[G#] startin' fires and makin' trouble, hit the mud after it [D#m] rained.
_ [C#] _ _ _ There's a [B] lingering nostalgia in [F#] the air, _
_ [B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere. _
_ [G#m] This little town [D#m] that made me will [G#] forever bear my youth,
[D#m] but I was never destined [B] to build ruins, no I'm [F#] just passin' through. _ _
_ _ _ _ Funny how the times have changed, gone is grass that used to grow,
hell it seems like yesterday, your eyes were all I'd ever know.
Sometimes I miss those simple days, four wheel drives and red clay roads,
[G#] reminiscing so much clearer, reflecting through my [A#m] rear view mirror.
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B] There's a lingering nostalgia in [F#] the air, _ _ _
[B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere. _ _ _
[G#m] This little town that made me will [B] forever bear my youth,
[G#m] but I was never destined to build [B] ruins, no I'm just [F#] passin' through. _ _ _
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[G#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
There's a [B] lingering nostalgia [F#] in the air, _ _ [B] memories of the old me [F#] everywhere.
_ _ [G#m] This little town that made me [B] will forever bear my youth,
[G#m] but I was never destined to [B] build ruins, no I'm just [F#] passin' through. _
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[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _
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_ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _