Chords for Lauren Alaina - Barefoot and Buckwild (Lyric Video)
Tempo:
130.25 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bbm
Bb
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Bb] [Db] [Bb]
[Db] [Eb] Oh, [Bbm] yeah.
[Bb] All [Bb] right.
You [Ab] got a way of [Eb] calling, but at the wrong [Bb] time.
I know [Ab] you're Southern [Eb] draw is [Ab] what trouble sounds [Bb] like.
The [Ab] way you got me grinning, you [Abm] know I'll climb up [Bb] in your rusty [Ab] truck.
I give [Eb] up, come on [Ab] over, pick me [Bbm] up.
Back roads, no [Ab] lines, high beam headlights, [Eb] baby, you just might [Ab] make me laugh.
[Bb] You [Ab] slide me over, little [Bbm] love, shooting [Eb] shotgun.
Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels [Eb] on the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna get [Bb] barefoot and buck wild.
[Eb] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[F] [Bbm] Let's [Bb] go.
You're [Ab] showing off in [Eb] circles down [Ab] by the [Bb] riverside.
You [Ab] like to make me [Eb] nervous, so I move in real [Bb] tight.
Come [Ab] on, throw it in [Eb] park.
I wanna see the [Bb] stars and feel the [Ab] grass between my toes, dancing [Abm] to the [Bbm] radio.
Oh, you got [Ab] me where you want [Eb] me, Boston, the [F] country.
[Ab]
[Eb] You slide [Ab] me over, little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna [C] get barefoot and [Eb] buck wild.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Fm] Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I [Db] don't know how you do what you do, [Bbm] but you do what you do, and it does what it does to me.
I [Ab] ain't stopped
[Eb] [Ab] you.
You
[Eb] [Ab] slide me over, [Eb] little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Eb] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me [Eb]
[Bb] [Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Db] [Ebm]
[Db] [Bb] wanna get barefoot and buck wild.
[Db] [Eb] [Bb] [Db] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Bb] [Db] [Bb]
[Db] [Eb] Oh, [Bbm] yeah.
[Bb] All [Bb] right.
You [Ab] got a way of [Eb] calling, but at the wrong [Bb] time.
I know [Ab] you're Southern [Eb] draw is [Ab] what trouble sounds [Bb] like.
The [Ab] way you got me grinning, you [Abm] know I'll climb up [Bb] in your rusty [Ab] truck.
I give [Eb] up, come on [Ab] over, pick me [Bbm] up.
Back roads, no [Ab] lines, high beam headlights, [Eb] baby, you just might [Ab] make me laugh.
[Bb] You [Ab] slide me over, little [Bbm] love, shooting [Eb] shotgun.
Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels [Eb] on the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna get [Bb] barefoot and buck wild.
[Eb] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[F] [Bbm] Let's [Bb] go.
You're [Ab] showing off in [Eb] circles down [Ab] by the [Bb] riverside.
You [Ab] like to make me [Eb] nervous, so I move in real [Bb] tight.
Come [Ab] on, throw it in [Eb] park.
I wanna see the [Bb] stars and feel the [Ab] grass between my toes, dancing [Abm] to the [Bbm] radio.
Oh, you got [Ab] me where you want [Eb] me, Boston, the [F] country.
[Ab]
[Eb] You slide [Ab] me over, little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna [C] get barefoot and [Eb] buck wild.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Fm] Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I [Db] don't know how you do what you do, [Bbm] but you do what you do, and it does what it does to me.
I [Ab] ain't stopped
[Eb] [Ab] you.
You
[Eb] [Ab] slide me over, [Eb] little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Eb] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me [Eb]
[Bb] [Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bbm]
[Db] [Ebm]
[Db] [Bb] wanna get barefoot and buck wild.
[Db] [Eb] [Bb] [Db] [Eb] [Bbm]
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bbm
Bb
Db
Eb
Ab
Bbm
[Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Oh, [Bbm] yeah.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ All [Bb] right.
You [Ab] got a way of [Eb] calling, but at the wrong [Bb] time.
I know [Ab] you're Southern [Eb] draw is [Ab] what trouble sounds [Bb] like.
The [Ab] way you got me grinning, you [Abm] know I'll climb up [Bb] in your rusty [Ab] truck.
I give [Eb] up, come on [Ab] over, pick me [Bbm] up.
Back roads, no [Ab] lines, high beam headlights, [Eb] baby, you just might [Ab] make me laugh.
[Bb] You [Ab] slide me over, little [Bbm] love, shooting [Eb] shotgun.
Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels [Eb] on the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna get [Bb] barefoot and buck wild.
_ _ _ [Eb] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bbm] Let's [Bb] go.
You're [Ab] showing off in [Eb] circles down [Ab] by the [Bb] riverside.
You [Ab] like to make me [Eb] nervous, so I move in real [Bb] tight.
Come [Ab] on, throw it in [Eb] park.
I wanna see the [Bb] stars and feel the [Ab] grass between my toes, dancing [Abm] to the [Bbm] radio.
Oh, you got [Ab] me where you want [Eb] me, Boston, the [F] country.
_ [Ab] _
[Eb] You slide [Ab] me over, little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna [C] get barefoot and [Eb] buck wild.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Fm] _ Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. _ _
I [Db] don't know how you do what you do, [Bbm] but you do what you do, and it does what it does to me.
I _ [Ab] ain't stopped _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] you.
You _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] slide me over, [Eb] little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Eb] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Bb] wanna get barefoot and buck wild.
[Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Oh, [Bbm] yeah.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ All [Bb] right.
You [Ab] got a way of [Eb] calling, but at the wrong [Bb] time.
I know [Ab] you're Southern [Eb] draw is [Ab] what trouble sounds [Bb] like.
The [Ab] way you got me grinning, you [Abm] know I'll climb up [Bb] in your rusty [Ab] truck.
I give [Eb] up, come on [Ab] over, pick me [Bbm] up.
Back roads, no [Ab] lines, high beam headlights, [Eb] baby, you just might [Ab] make me laugh.
[Bb] You [Ab] slide me over, little [Bbm] love, shooting [Eb] shotgun.
Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels [Eb] on the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna get [Bb] barefoot and buck wild.
_ _ _ [Eb] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bbm] Let's [Bb] go.
You're [Ab] showing off in [Eb] circles down [Ab] by the [Bb] riverside.
You [Ab] like to make me [Eb] nervous, so I move in real [Bb] tight.
Come [Ab] on, throw it in [Eb] park.
I wanna see the [Bb] stars and feel the [Ab] grass between my toes, dancing [Abm] to the [Bbm] radio.
Oh, you got [Ab] me where you want [Eb] me, Boston, the [F] country.
_ [Ab] _
[Eb] You slide [Ab] me over, little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Ab] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me wanna [C] get barefoot and [Eb] buck wild.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Fm] _ Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. _ _
I [Db] don't know how you do what you do, [Bbm] but you do what you do, and it does what it does to me.
I _ [Ab] ain't stopped _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] you.
You _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] slide me over, [Eb] little love, [Bbm] shooting shotgun.
[Eb] Hands out the window, got my toes up [Bbm] on the dash.
[Eb] Nothing but feels on [Eb] the wheels, just [Bbm] springing red [Db] mud.
I like the way you [Eb] drive, just like a real [Db] child.
You make me _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Bb] wanna get barefoot and buck wild.
[Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _