Chords for Moccasin Creek ft. The LACS - Barstools and Banjos (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
106.1 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
A#m
Fm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all unwind.
[F#] Another hole in the wall with the cowboy crew, the lacks are on stage, man we love them dudes.
Bartender, won't you get us a round, we're gonna shoot some choir bows till we all fall down.
[C#] It's a holler and a swaller, we're throwing a bang, don't forget the wise men, Jim, Johnny and Jay.
Red snag, brown bag, tequila with lime, gonna spend all our money, I mean every dime.
[F#] Corn, old beer, pome, throwing some shoes, WWRD, what would a redneck do?
Grab a bar stool, sit back, unwind.
Jet T's coming through with a bottle of shine.
[C#] That's how we get down in this one horse town.
Everybody's here to party and we're slamming them down.
Probably drink too much, but it's alright.
Moccasin Creek, a bar stool and banjo night.
Come on!
[F#] We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all [F#] unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance class songs and everybody's feeling quite [C#] alright.
You could say long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos night.
[F#] Put up now, yeah, yes, losing this glow.
The party's about to come and we ain't ready to go.
How we get home, can't none of us drive.
Probably drink so much, this damn liver is prime, [C#] but it's the price we pay for a hell
of a time.
You better call somebody, man, I'm needing a ride.
3am, they say we gots to go and the Lacks just played us a hell of a show.
[F#] Let them play one more, sing one last song.
Sipping on our drinks, I don't want to go home, so crank it up, go on, give it a whirl.
Play some old school, baby, baby, give me some Merle.
[C#] Mama tried, yeah, she tried, and it's okay, mom, cause I did just fine.
Come and party with the Creek next time we're around, cause there's a bar stool and banjo
in every town.
[F#] Got a bar stool and banjo, red stag and querible, every kind of drink that you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Another reckless night, never make it home before the morning light.
Probably end up having a bummer ride.
Yeah, maybe I'm not, but I'd rather find out, [C#] just me and my bar stool holding tight.
Have a 20 on the counter for a couple of rands.
May get loud, get drunk, get out of line.
We ain't hurting nobody, we just have a good time.
[F#] They say, hold up, the hood can stop.
We gon' party all the [A#m] way out to [F#] Luke and Bach.
We got a taste for a case of PBR in the girls' line, dancing on the hood [C#] of the car.
Old Ray's getting [Fm] loud and barking the G.
[C#] We about to take the crowd down to Moccasin Creek.
Just saying, bar chilling under the stars with a banjo, bar stool and oldie bar.
We [F#] got bar stools and banjos, red stag and choir bow.
Every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance fast songs and everybody's feeling [C#] quite all right.
They say, long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos, [F#] kind of night.
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[F#]
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We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all unwind.
[F#] Another hole in the wall with the cowboy crew, the lacks are on stage, man we love them dudes.
Bartender, won't you get us a round, we're gonna shoot some choir bows till we all fall down.
[C#] It's a holler and a swaller, we're throwing a bang, don't forget the wise men, Jim, Johnny and Jay.
Red snag, brown bag, tequila with lime, gonna spend all our money, I mean every dime.
[F#] Corn, old beer, pome, throwing some shoes, WWRD, what would a redneck do?
Grab a bar stool, sit back, unwind.
Jet T's coming through with a bottle of shine.
[C#] That's how we get down in this one horse town.
Everybody's here to party and we're slamming them down.
Probably drink too much, but it's alright.
Moccasin Creek, a bar stool and banjo night.
Come on!
[F#] We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all [F#] unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance class songs and everybody's feeling quite [C#] alright.
You could say long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos night.
[F#] Put up now, yeah, yes, losing this glow.
The party's about to come and we ain't ready to go.
How we get home, can't none of us drive.
Probably drink so much, this damn liver is prime, [C#] but it's the price we pay for a hell
of a time.
You better call somebody, man, I'm needing a ride.
3am, they say we gots to go and the Lacks just played us a hell of a show.
[F#] Let them play one more, sing one last song.
Sipping on our drinks, I don't want to go home, so crank it up, go on, give it a whirl.
Play some old school, baby, baby, give me some Merle.
[C#] Mama tried, yeah, she tried, and it's okay, mom, cause I did just fine.
Come and party with the Creek next time we're around, cause there's a bar stool and banjo
in every town.
[F#] Got a bar stool and banjo, red stag and querible, every kind of drink that you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Another reckless night, never make it home before the morning light.
Probably end up having a bummer ride.
Yeah, maybe I'm not, but I'd rather find out, [C#] just me and my bar stool holding tight.
Have a 20 on the counter for a couple of rands.
May get loud, get drunk, get out of line.
We ain't hurting nobody, we just have a good time.
[F#] They say, hold up, the hood can stop.
We gon' party all the [A#m] way out to [F#] Luke and Bach.
We got a taste for a case of PBR in the girls' line, dancing on the hood [C#] of the car.
Old Ray's getting [Fm] loud and barking the G.
[C#] We about to take the crowd down to Moccasin Creek.
Just saying, bar chilling under the stars with a banjo, bar stool and oldie bar.
We [F#] got bar stools and banjos, red stag and choir bow.
Every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance fast songs and everybody's feeling [C#] quite all right.
They say, long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos, [F#] kind of night.
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_ _ _ _ We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all unwind.
[F#] Another hole in the wall with the cowboy crew, the lacks are on stage, man we love them dudes.
Bartender, won't you get us a round, we're gonna shoot some choir bows till we all fall down.
[C#] It's a holler and a swaller, we're throwing a bang, don't forget the wise men, Jim, Johnny and Jay.
Red snag, brown bag, tequila with lime, gonna spend all our money, I mean every dime.
[F#] Corn, old beer, pome, throwing some shoes, WWRD, what would a redneck do?
Grab a bar stool, sit back, unwind.
Jet T's coming through with a bottle of shine.
[C#] That's how we get down in this one horse town.
Everybody's here to party and we're slamming them down.
Probably drink too much, but it's alright.
Moccasin Creek, a bar stool and banjo night.
Come on! _
[F#] We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all [F#] unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance class songs and everybody's feeling quite [C#] alright.
You could say long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos night.
[F#] Put up now, yeah, yes, losing this glow.
The party's about to come and we ain't ready to go.
How we get home, can't none of us drive.
Probably drink so much, this damn liver is prime, [C#] but it's the price we pay for a hell
of a time.
You better call somebody, man, I'm needing a ride.
3am, they say we gots to go and the Lacks just played us a hell of a show.
[F#] Let them play one more, sing one last song.
Sipping on our drinks, I don't want to go home, so crank it up, go on, give it a whirl.
Play some old school, baby, baby, give me some Merle.
[C#] Mama tried, yeah, she tried, and it's okay, mom, cause I did just fine.
Come and party with the Creek next time we're around, cause there's a bar stool and banjo
in every town.
[F#] Got a bar stool and banjo, red stag and querible, every kind of drink that you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Another reckless night, never make it home before the morning light.
Probably end up having a bummer ride.
Yeah, maybe I'm not, but I'd rather find out, [C#] just me and my bar stool holding tight.
Have a 20 on the counter for a couple of rands.
May get loud, get drunk, get out of line.
We ain't hurting nobody, we just have a good time.
[F#] They say, hold up, the hood can stop.
We gon' party all the [A#m] way out to [F#] Luke and Bach.
We got a taste for a case of PBR in the girls' line, dancing on the hood [C#] of the car.
Old Ray's getting [Fm] loud and barking the G.
[C#] We about to take the crowd down to Moccasin Creek.
Just saying, bar chilling under the stars with a banjo, bar stool and oldie bar.
We [F#] got bar stools and banjos, red stag and choir bow.
Every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
_ Watch the band play all them slow dance fast songs and everybody's feeling [C#] quite all right.
_ They say, long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos, [F#] kind of night. _
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_ _ _ _ We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all unwind.
[F#] Another hole in the wall with the cowboy crew, the lacks are on stage, man we love them dudes.
Bartender, won't you get us a round, we're gonna shoot some choir bows till we all fall down.
[C#] It's a holler and a swaller, we're throwing a bang, don't forget the wise men, Jim, Johnny and Jay.
Red snag, brown bag, tequila with lime, gonna spend all our money, I mean every dime.
[F#] Corn, old beer, pome, throwing some shoes, WWRD, what would a redneck do?
Grab a bar stool, sit back, unwind.
Jet T's coming through with a bottle of shine.
[C#] That's how we get down in this one horse town.
Everybody's here to party and we're slamming them down.
Probably drink too much, but it's alright.
Moccasin Creek, a bar stool and banjo night.
Come on! _
[F#] We've got bar stools and banjos, red snag and choir bows, every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingos, kick back and laugh and all [F#] unwind.
Watch the band play all them slow dance class songs and everybody's feeling quite [C#] alright.
You could say long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos night.
[F#] Put up now, yeah, yes, losing this glow.
The party's about to come and we ain't ready to go.
How we get home, can't none of us drive.
Probably drink so much, this damn liver is prime, [C#] but it's the price we pay for a hell
of a time.
You better call somebody, man, I'm needing a ride.
3am, they say we gots to go and the Lacks just played us a hell of a show.
[F#] Let them play one more, sing one last song.
Sipping on our drinks, I don't want to go home, so crank it up, go on, give it a whirl.
Play some old school, baby, baby, give me some Merle.
[C#] Mama tried, yeah, she tried, and it's okay, mom, cause I did just fine.
Come and party with the Creek next time we're around, cause there's a bar stool and banjo
in every town.
[F#] Got a bar stool and banjo, red stag and querible, every kind of drink that you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
Another reckless night, never make it home before the morning light.
Probably end up having a bummer ride.
Yeah, maybe I'm not, but I'd rather find out, [C#] just me and my bar stool holding tight.
Have a 20 on the counter for a couple of rands.
May get loud, get drunk, get out of line.
We ain't hurting nobody, we just have a good time.
[F#] They say, hold up, the hood can stop.
We gon' party all the [A#m] way out to [F#] Luke and Bach.
We got a taste for a case of PBR in the girls' line, dancing on the hood [C#] of the car.
Old Ray's getting [Fm] loud and barking the G.
[C#] We about to take the crowd down to Moccasin Creek.
Just saying, bar chilling under the stars with a banjo, bar stool and oldie bar.
We [F#] got bar stools and banjos, red stag and choir bow.
Every kind of drink you [C#] can find.
It's a place where we go to play cards and bingo, kick back and laugh and [F#] all unwind.
_ Watch the band play all them slow dance fast songs and everybody's feeling [C#] quite all right.
_ They say, long week is now gone, so come get your drink on.
Bar stools and banjos, [F#] kind of night. _
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