Chords for Lucero - Raising Hell - on Rock103 Memphis
Tempo:
80.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This [D] one's called Raising Hell.
Can I say that?
Hell [F#] no.
Okay.
Right.
Fair enough.
[G] Some of my little brothers raising [Bm] hell living down in Texas.
[Gm] Probably [G] off in jail [Bm] from the stories they tell us.
[D] Whiskey nights and rodeos, [G] strippers down in Austin.
[G] Had [D] themselves real good times, [G] fake dust coming up.
[D]
[G] Most money's late [C] night, hand [E] jobs and [G] issues.
Looking like [C] brand new [Em] days are done.
[D] Suicide is not a choice, [G] top does not want to.
You don't know if it's right.
[E]
[G]
I'll be you in winter, [C] I ain't the cold.
[E] I don't stop the rain.
[G] All the [C] bling from the make [Bm]-believe and try losing games.
[D] Still hell's always wet, [C] but I won't rid it of [G] mine.
If the tears are dry, I'll [D] open crying [C]
[G] eyes.
[D]
[G] Make-believe's a [C] strange form, it [Em] just ain't that good [Bm] for you.
[G] Started in the long go, [Em] but no one had much truth.
[D] Dry your eyes, say [C] goodbye, you just ain't the [G] one.
Side which way, [Em] side which way from [G] home.
[E] [G] I'm a man of the [C] same old, [Em]
put me on down.
[G] Never been quite able [Em] to pick myself up off the ground.
[D] But I always got big plans, but [C] you're always in for it.
[G] But I swear to pay [D] off if I [G] lucked out on your offer.
[D]
[G] Well, here I am again, [Em] you know the fuck right.
I [C] can tell you that I'm [Bm] mad.
It's like giving one more shot, [C] it's racing in the [G] crowd.
Hell hit the ground, [Em]
and [E] I'm hit the [G] ground.
[G] Gone sideways with the blood, [Bm] and I'm [G] hitting down.
[A] [E] [G] My little brother's [Em] raising hell, living down in Texas. Ow!
[B]
Can I say that?
Hell [F#] no.
Okay.
Right.
Fair enough.
[G] Some of my little brothers raising [Bm] hell living down in Texas.
[Gm] Probably [G] off in jail [Bm] from the stories they tell us.
[D] Whiskey nights and rodeos, [G] strippers down in Austin.
[G] Had [D] themselves real good times, [G] fake dust coming up.
[D]
[G] Most money's late [C] night, hand [E] jobs and [G] issues.
Looking like [C] brand new [Em] days are done.
[D] Suicide is not a choice, [G] top does not want to.
You don't know if it's right.
[E]
[G]
I'll be you in winter, [C] I ain't the cold.
[E] I don't stop the rain.
[G] All the [C] bling from the make [Bm]-believe and try losing games.
[D] Still hell's always wet, [C] but I won't rid it of [G] mine.
If the tears are dry, I'll [D] open crying [C]
[G] eyes.
[D]
[G] Make-believe's a [C] strange form, it [Em] just ain't that good [Bm] for you.
[G] Started in the long go, [Em] but no one had much truth.
[D] Dry your eyes, say [C] goodbye, you just ain't the [G] one.
Side which way, [Em] side which way from [G] home.
[E] [G] I'm a man of the [C] same old, [Em]
put me on down.
[G] Never been quite able [Em] to pick myself up off the ground.
[D] But I always got big plans, but [C] you're always in for it.
[G] But I swear to pay [D] off if I [G] lucked out on your offer.
[D]
[G] Well, here I am again, [Em] you know the fuck right.
I [C] can tell you that I'm [Bm] mad.
It's like giving one more shot, [C] it's racing in the [G] crowd.
Hell hit the ground, [Em]
and [E] I'm hit the [G] ground.
[G] Gone sideways with the blood, [Bm] and I'm [G] hitting down.
[A] [E] [G] My little brother's [Em] raising hell, living down in Texas. Ow!
[B]
Key:
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C
Em
Bm
G
D
C
This [D] one's called Raising Hell.
Can I say that?
Hell [F#] no.
Okay.
Right.
Fair enough.
_ [G] _ Some of my little brothers raising [Bm] hell living down in Texas.
_ [Gm] Probably [G] off in jail [Bm] from the stories they tell us.
[D] Whiskey nights and rodeos, [G] strippers down in Austin.
[G] Had [D] themselves real good times, [G] fake dust coming up.
[D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Most money's late [C] night, hand [E] jobs and [G] issues.
Looking like [C] brand new [Em] days are done.
_ _ [D] Suicide is not a choice, [G] top does not want to.
_ You don't know if it's right.
_ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll be you in winter, [C] I ain't the cold.
[E] I don't stop the rain.
[G] All the [C] bling from the make [Bm]-believe and try losing games.
[D] Still hell's always wet, [C] but I won't rid it of [G] mine.
If the tears are dry, I'll [D] open crying [C]
[G] eyes.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ Make-believe's a [C] strange form, it [Em] just ain't that good [Bm] for you.
_ [G] Started in the long go, [Em] but no one had much truth.
[D] Dry your eyes, say [C] goodbye, you just ain't the [G] one.
_ _ Side which way, _ _ [Em] _ _ side which way from [G] home.
_ [E] _ _ [G] I'm a man of the [C] same old, [Em]
put me on down.
[G] Never been quite able [Em] to pick myself up off the ground.
[D] But I always got big plans, but [C] you're always in for it.
[G] But I swear to pay [D] off if I [G] lucked out on your offer.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, here I am again, [Em] you know the fuck right.
I [C] can tell you that I'm [Bm] mad.
_ It's like giving one more shot, [C] it's racing in the [G] crowd.
Hell hit the ground, _ _ [Em]
and [E] I'm hit the [G] ground.
_ [G] _ Gone sideways with the blood, _ [Bm] and I'm [G] hitting down.
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] My little brother's [Em] raising hell, living down in Texas. Ow!
[B] _
Can I say that?
Hell [F#] no.
Okay.
Right.
Fair enough.
_ [G] _ Some of my little brothers raising [Bm] hell living down in Texas.
_ [Gm] Probably [G] off in jail [Bm] from the stories they tell us.
[D] Whiskey nights and rodeos, [G] strippers down in Austin.
[G] Had [D] themselves real good times, [G] fake dust coming up.
[D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Most money's late [C] night, hand [E] jobs and [G] issues.
Looking like [C] brand new [Em] days are done.
_ _ [D] Suicide is not a choice, [G] top does not want to.
_ You don't know if it's right.
_ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll be you in winter, [C] I ain't the cold.
[E] I don't stop the rain.
[G] All the [C] bling from the make [Bm]-believe and try losing games.
[D] Still hell's always wet, [C] but I won't rid it of [G] mine.
If the tears are dry, I'll [D] open crying [C]
[G] eyes.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ Make-believe's a [C] strange form, it [Em] just ain't that good [Bm] for you.
_ [G] Started in the long go, [Em] but no one had much truth.
[D] Dry your eyes, say [C] goodbye, you just ain't the [G] one.
_ _ Side which way, _ _ [Em] _ _ side which way from [G] home.
_ [E] _ _ [G] I'm a man of the [C] same old, [Em]
put me on down.
[G] Never been quite able [Em] to pick myself up off the ground.
[D] But I always got big plans, but [C] you're always in for it.
[G] But I swear to pay [D] off if I [G] lucked out on your offer.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, here I am again, [Em] you know the fuck right.
I [C] can tell you that I'm [Bm] mad.
_ It's like giving one more shot, [C] it's racing in the [G] crowd.
Hell hit the ground, _ _ [Em]
and [E] I'm hit the [G] ground.
_ [G] _ Gone sideways with the blood, _ [Bm] and I'm [G] hitting down.
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] My little brother's [Em] raising hell, living down in Texas. Ow!
[B] _