Chords for Moccasin Creek - Belt Buckles and Brass Knuckles (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ Girl, you sound a lot like a player on a sped-riding pair of sub-6
And I know some don't approve, cause they don't understand what it is
When I'm riding around the west, racing girls for your face
Little country music with your guitar sound, make that great 84's line of the program
Little flag belt, uncle, I'm as big as a house
Bought some new brass knuckles that'll tighten your mouth
Old T's with a small frame right in the hat
And a old shell sitting right on my dad
Old lady ride shotgun, she's right on my hip
Listen closely to the sound, she don't take no hits
Keep your eyes in your head, don't open that mouth
You're gonna have to see what all the damn fuss is about
I'm a horned jerk, hit my lips, spit bottles in my hands
Slow slide through the crowd, I'm a dangerous man
Shaking hands with some folks I ain't seen in a while
See some [G] haters in the house, [A] and I flash them a smile
I'm a horrendous guy, what I hear tonight
Never really known the start of what could finish
But the old flag belt, uncle, is in a pocket full of bags
Two bottles of Bud Light, and a can full of whoop-ass
You see this child of mine, he's playing his head right here in the sun
And _ [E] some don't [A] approve, cause they don't understand what it is
When I'm riding around the west, racing girls for your face
When I cross the museum, when the guitar plays
When the redneck boys line up for me
I'm going home to the back of the seat on the stool
I see me three grab a chisel, start a hustling pool
I hold it to a tree, kick my feet in the air
In this trunk, oh man, hopped up from nowhere
They don't want good energy here, let me tell you the rules
I hopped up cause you feel like a talkative dude
I made my point real fast, looking straight in the eyes
I said I follow rules of thine as good as Muggers and Sly
I ain't got no way, you ain't got no goal
So if you gotta ask me, then the party's begun
You see my name is Jeff, you know it, you can call me the man
If you toss me once again, yeah I'm acting a fool
You see them rednecks there, the worst fair in the youth
They got thick belt, and some brass knuckles
Oh you think you are a boy, you ain't David Allen, bro
No it's Muggers and [G] Creek, bitch we're still in [A] the show
Get to your spot, and we'll lock and play
Yeah, let's get right here in the _ sources
You never want some dumb food
Cause you don't understand what it is, bitch
So I got a batty gun around my waist
Press with us for your face
You know my music really gets our sound
Make them rednecks go wild, let's go down y'all
Now we ain't from Mountain Fire
I'm just saying, you put a whole bunch of rednecks in a bar and get them drinking
You don't know what's gonna happen
[A] I'm just saying, we know exactly what's gonna happen
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