Chords for Lee Kernaghan - The Way It Is [Lyrics] [720p]
Tempo:
127 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Lee Kernaghan - The Way It Is [Lyrics] [720p] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/KcEbMtK-YrU/mqdefault.jpg)
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[D]
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt [G] road, hanging off the rails at the [D] rodeo.
A black veranda with creaking [G] boards, and the dark rage of a thunderstorm.
[D] Stockman's [A] Bar and an old bush pub, [Bm] chasing [G] Nickys through [D] the scrub.
Planting [A] seed and praying for rain, [G] and red dust running [A] through your veins.
It's just [G] the way it is, it's the way it [D] goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the [G] way of life, it's the [Bm] life I live.
[G] [D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it is.
It's a corrugated [A] iron [D] shed, [G] with work roofs on the back doorstep.
[D] Scones in the oven [A] and preserves in [G] jars, and talking prices with the sad [D] eyes.
Long straight [A] roads and one-horse [Bm] towns, sheepdogs bringing [G] the mob [D] around.
She'll be right, [A] and having a go, [G] it's good on you mate, [A] and what do you know?
It's just the way [G] it is, it's the way [D] it goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the way [G] of life, it's the life [Bm] I live.
[G]
[D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it is.
[G]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D] Here he's [A] still in the grave dune, [D] and fields [A] of wheat [G] and rows of corn.
[D] Rusty [A] tank, with flake and paint, [Bm] and a [G] weary digger on ends that [D] day.
Dreamtime [A] land and Lula Rope, [Bm] and sap [G] originated Dorito.
[D] Spamming hats [A] and calloused pants, [G] the spirit of [A] a hard-won land.
It's just the [G] way it is, it's the way [D] it goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the gravel [A] road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the way [G] of life, oh it's the life [Bm] I live.
[G] And [D] I'm right [G] where I want [A] to be, a [Em] patch of ground [G] and you [A] and me.
That's the way it [D] is, oh [G] it's just the way [D] it is.
[G] [D] That's the way it is,
[G] [D] yeah it's the way it is.
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt [G] road, hanging off the rails at the [D] rodeo.
A black veranda with creaking [G] boards, and the dark rage of a thunderstorm.
[D] Stockman's [A] Bar and an old bush pub, [Bm] chasing [G] Nickys through [D] the scrub.
Planting [A] seed and praying for rain, [G] and red dust running [A] through your veins.
It's just [G] the way it is, it's the way it [D] goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the [G] way of life, it's the [Bm] life I live.
[G] [D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it is.
It's a corrugated [A] iron [D] shed, [G] with work roofs on the back doorstep.
[D] Scones in the oven [A] and preserves in [G] jars, and talking prices with the sad [D] eyes.
Long straight [A] roads and one-horse [Bm] towns, sheepdogs bringing [G] the mob [D] around.
She'll be right, [A] and having a go, [G] it's good on you mate, [A] and what do you know?
It's just the way [G] it is, it's the way [D] it goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the way [G] of life, it's the life [Bm] I live.
[G]
[D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it is.
[G]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D] Here he's [A] still in the grave dune, [D] and fields [A] of wheat [G] and rows of corn.
[D] Rusty [A] tank, with flake and paint, [Bm] and a [G] weary digger on ends that [D] day.
Dreamtime [A] land and Lula Rope, [Bm] and sap [G] originated Dorito.
[D] Spamming hats [A] and calloused pants, [G] the spirit of [A] a hard-won land.
It's just the [G] way it is, it's the way [D] it goes.
When [G] my wheels hit the gravel [A] road and it feels [D] like home.
It's the way [G] of life, oh it's the life [Bm] I live.
[G] And [D] I'm right [G] where I want [A] to be, a [Em] patch of ground [G] and you [A] and me.
That's the way it [D] is, oh [G] it's just the way [D] it is.
[G] [D] That's the way it is,
[G] [D] yeah it's the way it is.
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
Key:
G
D
A
Bm
Em
G
D
A
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt [G] road, hanging off the rails at the _ _ [D] rodeo.
A black veranda with creaking [G] boards, and the dark rage of a thunderstorm.
_ [D] _ _ Stockman's [A] Bar and an old bush pub, [Bm] _ chasing [G] Nickys through [D] the scrub.
_ Planting [A] seed and praying for rain, [G] and red dust running [A] through your _ veins.
It's just [G] the way it _ is, _ it's the way it [D] goes.
_ _ _ When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the [G] way of _ life, _ it's the [Bm] life I _ live.
[G] _ _ _ [D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it _ _ is.
_ _ _ It's a corrugated [A] iron [D] shed, [G] with work roofs on the back doorstep.
[D] Scones in the oven [A] and preserves in [G] jars, and talking prices with the sad [D] eyes.
Long straight [A] roads and one-horse [Bm] towns, sheepdogs bringing [G] the mob _ [D] around.
She'll be right, [A] and having a go, [G] it's good on you mate, [A] and what do you know?
It's just the way [G] it is, _ _ it's the way [D] it goes. _ _ _
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the way [G] of life, _ _ it's the life [Bm] I _ live.
[G] _ _ _
[D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it _ is. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] Here he's [A] still in the grave dune, [D] and fields [A] of wheat [G] and rows of corn.
_ [D] Rusty [A] tank, with flake and paint, [Bm] and a [G] weary digger on ends that [D] day.
Dreamtime [A] land and Lula Rope, [Bm] and sap [G] originated _ Dorito.
[D] _ Spamming hats [A] and calloused pants, [G] the spirit of [A] a hard-won land.
It's just the [G] way it is, _ _ it's the way [D] it goes.
_ _ _ When [G] my wheels hit the gravel [A] road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the way [G] of life, _ oh it's the life [Bm] I live. _
_ [G] _ _ And [D] I'm right [G] where I want [A] to be, a [Em] patch of ground [G] and you [A] and me.
_ _ That's the way it [D] _ is, _ _ _ oh [G] _ _ it's _ just the way [D] it _ is. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ That's the way it is, _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] yeah it's the way it is. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt [G] road, hanging off the rails at the _ _ [D] rodeo.
A black veranda with creaking [G] boards, and the dark rage of a thunderstorm.
_ [D] _ _ Stockman's [A] Bar and an old bush pub, [Bm] _ chasing [G] Nickys through [D] the scrub.
_ Planting [A] seed and praying for rain, [G] and red dust running [A] through your _ veins.
It's just [G] the way it _ is, _ it's the way it [D] goes.
_ _ _ When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the [G] way of _ life, _ it's the [Bm] life I _ live.
[G] _ _ _ [D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it _ _ is.
_ _ _ It's a corrugated [A] iron [D] shed, [G] with work roofs on the back doorstep.
[D] Scones in the oven [A] and preserves in [G] jars, and talking prices with the sad [D] eyes.
Long straight [A] roads and one-horse [Bm] towns, sheepdogs bringing [G] the mob _ [D] around.
She'll be right, [A] and having a go, [G] it's good on you mate, [A] and what do you know?
It's just the way [G] it is, _ _ it's the way [D] it goes. _ _ _
When [G] my wheels hit the [A] gravel road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the way [G] of life, _ _ it's the life [Bm] I _ live.
[G] _ _ _
[D] And I'm right [G] where I [A] want to be, it's the way [D] it _ is. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] Here he's [A] still in the grave dune, [D] and fields [A] of wheat [G] and rows of corn.
_ [D] Rusty [A] tank, with flake and paint, [Bm] and a [G] weary digger on ends that [D] day.
Dreamtime [A] land and Lula Rope, [Bm] and sap [G] originated _ Dorito.
[D] _ Spamming hats [A] and calloused pants, [G] the spirit of [A] a hard-won land.
It's just the [G] way it is, _ _ it's the way [D] it goes.
_ _ _ When [G] my wheels hit the gravel [A] road and it feels [D] like home.
_ _ It's the way [G] of life, _ oh it's the life [Bm] I live. _
_ [G] _ _ And [D] I'm right [G] where I want [A] to be, a [Em] patch of ground [G] and you [A] and me.
_ _ That's the way it [D] _ is, _ _ _ oh [G] _ _ it's _ just the way [D] it _ is. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ That's the way it is, _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] yeah it's the way it is. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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