Chords for Marshall Brothers - What It's About(Feat. Apalachee Don)
Tempo:
113.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Dm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
What are you doing?
God dang.
I worked last night.
Well let's go do something, D.
Hell, call Donny.
Alright, let's get going.
[F]
[E]
[N]
Aw man, just sitting here on the front porch, man.
Writing a little music.
Get some things together and I'll be out that way.
[F#] [D]
[G]
[D]
[C] [G] [F]
[E] [Cm] [G]
[A] [E] [C]
[G] [F] [D]
Terry [Cm] Sanadero, killing coon cats, [G] [F] reminiscing bout the days of the past.
[D] How long have I [G] been gone, hell who knows?
Another 12 pack in and [F] I'm ready to [Dm] go.
Well I have to let you [C] Donny singin' his tunes,
[G] putting the [F] shine back into [D] the moon.
Well man child, I'm sitting [C] on that old [G] log with a stiff foot [F] while it's getting [G] frog.
It's [Dm] how we roll, it's how [C] we ride, it's [G] how we live and how [D] we survive.
It's how [Dm] we do, it's [C] what we know.
Roll [G]
sideways, never no [F] dirt road.
[D] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blastin' is simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living free down here [C] in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's what [G#] it's about.
[Dm] [Cm] [G]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[G] [F] [G] She's a sly little devil in her cut off jeans, breaking out a hammer level game beam.
Cross-ass pointed at that white tail, stringing up bottle [F#] with a rebel [D] yell.
Left the way [C] up high in the sky, [G] she's rolling [D] deep, it's time for a climb.
[Dm] Well all my country folk friends [C] are digging this [G] groove,
and once you turn it [D] up you might dig it [G] too.
[Dm] Cut sideways out the [C] driveway, headed to the honey [G] hole.
Toss my [D] guitar in the bag, I'm with my fish and pole.
Ready to get it back [C] to link up with the [G] bird dog.
Man child, checking [D] out the sounds like a bird call.
Logs [G] burning yellow, nighttime done hit the sky.
Country air has got me feeling [D] good, it's time to [Dm] get right.
My sweet lady [C] right beside me, she all I need.
[G] Double shot of that [F] homebrew and a good tune coming from the [Dm] string.
All about some great time, [C] country folks and good [G] food.
Everybody coolin' [D] out, damn right up there's some good news.
[Dm] Dirt roads and [C] backwoods, that's why all them tracks [G] good.
Appalachian fields of light and it's sounding like a [D] track should.
Hanging by the creek [Cm] bank with my death hoe and some cut meat.
[G] Cooler full of [F] musket iron so I can get my gut [D] straight.
Some can't stand up straight, [C] but ain't nobody [G] going home.
We sitting on these tree stumps and waiting till the night's gone.
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's [C] how we ride.
It's how [G] we live and [D] how we survive.
It's how we do, it's what [C] we know.
Rolling [G] sideways down an [D] old dirt road.
Pedal [D] to the floor, radio [C] blasting, [G] simple life.
It's all [C] that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down [C] here in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's [F] what it's about.
[D]
[G]
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's how [C] we ride.
It's [G] how we live and how we [D] survive.
It's how we do, it's [Dm] what we [C] know.
Rolling [G] sideways down [D] an old dirt road.
[E] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blasting, simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down here in [C] the south.
If [G] you ask us, that's what [D] it's about.
[C] [G] [D]
[Cm] [G] [F]
[D] [N]
God dang.
I worked last night.
Well let's go do something, D.
Hell, call Donny.
Alright, let's get going.
[F]
[E]
[N]
Aw man, just sitting here on the front porch, man.
Writing a little music.
Get some things together and I'll be out that way.
[F#] [D]
[G]
[D]
[C] [G] [F]
[E] [Cm] [G]
[A] [E] [C]
[G] [F] [D]
Terry [Cm] Sanadero, killing coon cats, [G] [F] reminiscing bout the days of the past.
[D] How long have I [G] been gone, hell who knows?
Another 12 pack in and [F] I'm ready to [Dm] go.
Well I have to let you [C] Donny singin' his tunes,
[G] putting the [F] shine back into [D] the moon.
Well man child, I'm sitting [C] on that old [G] log with a stiff foot [F] while it's getting [G] frog.
It's [Dm] how we roll, it's how [C] we ride, it's [G] how we live and how [D] we survive.
It's how [Dm] we do, it's [C] what we know.
Roll [G]
sideways, never no [F] dirt road.
[D] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blastin' is simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living free down here [C] in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's what [G#] it's about.
[Dm] [Cm] [G]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[G] [F] [G] She's a sly little devil in her cut off jeans, breaking out a hammer level game beam.
Cross-ass pointed at that white tail, stringing up bottle [F#] with a rebel [D] yell.
Left the way [C] up high in the sky, [G] she's rolling [D] deep, it's time for a climb.
[Dm] Well all my country folk friends [C] are digging this [G] groove,
and once you turn it [D] up you might dig it [G] too.
[Dm] Cut sideways out the [C] driveway, headed to the honey [G] hole.
Toss my [D] guitar in the bag, I'm with my fish and pole.
Ready to get it back [C] to link up with the [G] bird dog.
Man child, checking [D] out the sounds like a bird call.
Logs [G] burning yellow, nighttime done hit the sky.
Country air has got me feeling [D] good, it's time to [Dm] get right.
My sweet lady [C] right beside me, she all I need.
[G] Double shot of that [F] homebrew and a good tune coming from the [Dm] string.
All about some great time, [C] country folks and good [G] food.
Everybody coolin' [D] out, damn right up there's some good news.
[Dm] Dirt roads and [C] backwoods, that's why all them tracks [G] good.
Appalachian fields of light and it's sounding like a [D] track should.
Hanging by the creek [Cm] bank with my death hoe and some cut meat.
[G] Cooler full of [F] musket iron so I can get my gut [D] straight.
Some can't stand up straight, [C] but ain't nobody [G] going home.
We sitting on these tree stumps and waiting till the night's gone.
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's [C] how we ride.
It's how [G] we live and [D] how we survive.
It's how we do, it's what [C] we know.
Rolling [G] sideways down an [D] old dirt road.
Pedal [D] to the floor, radio [C] blasting, [G] simple life.
It's all [C] that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down [C] here in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's [F] what it's about.
[D]
[G]
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's how [C] we ride.
It's [G] how we live and how we [D] survive.
It's how we do, it's [Dm] what we [C] know.
Rolling [G] sideways down [D] an old dirt road.
[E] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blasting, simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down here in [C] the south.
If [G] you ask us, that's what [D] it's about.
[C] [G] [D]
[Cm] [G] [F]
[D] [N]
Key:
G
C
D
Dm
F
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
What are you doing? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ God dang.
I worked last night.
_ Well let's go do something, D. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Hell, call Donny.
_ Alright, let's get going. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Aw man, just sitting here on the front porch, man.
Writing a little music. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Get some _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ things together and I'll be out that way. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [D]
Terry [Cm] Sanadero, killing coon cats, [G] _ [F] reminiscing bout the days of the past.
[D] How long have I [G] been gone, hell who knows?
Another 12 pack in and [F] I'm ready to [Dm] go.
Well I have to let you [C] Donny singin' his tunes,
[G] putting the [F] shine back into [D] the moon.
Well man child, I'm sitting [C] on that old [G] log with a stiff foot [F] while it's getting [G] frog.
_ _ _ It's [Dm] how we roll, it's how [C] we ride, it's [G] how we live and how [D] we survive.
It's how [Dm] we do, it's [C] what we know.
Roll [G]
sideways, never no [F] dirt road.
[D] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blastin' is simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living free down here [C] in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's what [G#] it's about.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [G] She's a sly little devil in her cut off jeans, breaking out a hammer level game beam.
Cross-ass pointed at that white tail, stringing up bottle [F#] with a rebel [D] yell.
Left the way [C] up high in the sky, [G] she's rolling [D] deep, it's time for a climb.
[Dm] Well all my country folk friends [C] are digging this [G] groove,
and once you turn it [D] up you might dig it [G] too.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] Cut sideways out the [C] driveway, headed to the honey [G] hole.
Toss my [D] guitar in the bag, I'm with my fish and pole.
Ready to get it back [C] to link up with the [G] bird dog.
Man child, checking [D] out the sounds like a bird call.
Logs [G] burning yellow, nighttime done hit the sky.
Country air has got me feeling [D] good, it's time to [Dm] get right.
My sweet lady [C] right beside me, she all I need.
[G] Double shot of that [F] homebrew and a good tune coming from the [Dm] string.
All about some great time, [C] country folks and good [G] food.
Everybody coolin' [D] out, damn right up there's some good news.
[Dm] Dirt roads and [C] backwoods, that's why all them tracks [G] good.
Appalachian fields of light and it's sounding like a [D] track should.
Hanging by the creek [Cm] bank with my death hoe and some cut meat.
[G] Cooler full of [F] musket iron so I can get my gut [D] straight.
Some can't stand up straight, [C] but ain't nobody [G] going home.
We sitting on these tree stumps and waiting till the night's gone.
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's [C] how we ride.
It's how [G] we live and [D] how we survive.
It's how we do, it's what [C] we know.
Rolling [G] sideways down an [D] old dirt road.
Pedal [D] to the floor, radio [C] blasting, [G] simple life.
It's all [C] that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down [C] here in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's [F] what it's about.
_ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's how [C] we ride.
It's [G] how we live and how we [D] survive.
It's how we do, it's [Dm] what we [C] know.
Rolling [G] sideways down [D] an old dirt road.
[E] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blasting, simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down here in [C] the south.
If [G] you ask us, that's what [D] it's about.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
What are you doing? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ God dang.
I worked last night.
_ Well let's go do something, D. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Hell, call Donny.
_ Alright, let's get going. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Aw man, just sitting here on the front porch, man.
Writing a little music. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Get some _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ things together and I'll be out that way. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [D]
Terry [Cm] Sanadero, killing coon cats, [G] _ [F] reminiscing bout the days of the past.
[D] How long have I [G] been gone, hell who knows?
Another 12 pack in and [F] I'm ready to [Dm] go.
Well I have to let you [C] Donny singin' his tunes,
[G] putting the [F] shine back into [D] the moon.
Well man child, I'm sitting [C] on that old [G] log with a stiff foot [F] while it's getting [G] frog.
_ _ _ It's [Dm] how we roll, it's how [C] we ride, it's [G] how we live and how [D] we survive.
It's how [Dm] we do, it's [C] what we know.
Roll [G]
sideways, never no [F] dirt road.
[D] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blastin' is simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living free down here [C] in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's what [G#] it's about.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [G] She's a sly little devil in her cut off jeans, breaking out a hammer level game beam.
Cross-ass pointed at that white tail, stringing up bottle [F#] with a rebel [D] yell.
Left the way [C] up high in the sky, [G] she's rolling [D] deep, it's time for a climb.
[Dm] Well all my country folk friends [C] are digging this [G] groove,
and once you turn it [D] up you might dig it [G] too.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] Cut sideways out the [C] driveway, headed to the honey [G] hole.
Toss my [D] guitar in the bag, I'm with my fish and pole.
Ready to get it back [C] to link up with the [G] bird dog.
Man child, checking [D] out the sounds like a bird call.
Logs [G] burning yellow, nighttime done hit the sky.
Country air has got me feeling [D] good, it's time to [Dm] get right.
My sweet lady [C] right beside me, she all I need.
[G] Double shot of that [F] homebrew and a good tune coming from the [Dm] string.
All about some great time, [C] country folks and good [G] food.
Everybody coolin' [D] out, damn right up there's some good news.
[Dm] Dirt roads and [C] backwoods, that's why all them tracks [G] good.
Appalachian fields of light and it's sounding like a [D] track should.
Hanging by the creek [Cm] bank with my death hoe and some cut meat.
[G] Cooler full of [F] musket iron so I can get my gut [D] straight.
Some can't stand up straight, [C] but ain't nobody [G] going home.
We sitting on these tree stumps and waiting till the night's gone.
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's [C] how we ride.
It's how [G] we live and [D] how we survive.
It's how we do, it's what [C] we know.
Rolling [G] sideways down an [D] old dirt road.
Pedal [D] to the floor, radio [C] blasting, [G] simple life.
It's all [C] that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down [C] here in the south.
If you [G] ask us, that's [F] what it's about.
_ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
It's how [Dm] we roll, it's how [C] we ride.
It's [G] how we live and how we [D] survive.
It's how we do, it's [Dm] what we [C] know.
Rolling [G] sideways down [D] an old dirt road.
[E] Pedal to the floor, [C] radio blasting, simple [G] life.
It's [D] all that I'm asking, living [Dm] free down here in [C] the south.
If [G] you ask us, that's what [D] it's about.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _