Chords for Moccasin Creek-No Time (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
119.8 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
D
A
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
[Bb]
[Am] The hourglass is running fast, [C] not much life to live.
[D] [Am] I hear the birds, then a shotgun [C] blast, don't know what more to give.
[D] [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
Thinking about when life will end [C] and how much time I've got to spend.
[Am] Oh no, let me out this cage please, no more rage, I'm on my [C] knees.
Looking up at the stars above, knowing that push may come to [D] shove.
[Am] Grab a bottle, put on some shoes, hit a cow trail, what I got to [C] lose?
Probably ought to put down a glass of booze, thinkin' to myself, got a cow who would [D] lose.
[Am] Nah, can't be that bad, I came a long way from a redneck [C] lad.
Went rose, treetop sway, neck redder than some Georgia [Am] clay.
Head on down to see Williams Creek, sweat warm in the Florida [C] heat.
Take a knee, I pop a top, I'm hollow, I won't spill a [Am] drop.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Drink is chirp and it calms the soul, rednecks never die, I'm [C] told.
Southern pride brightens up my eyes, and I can stay here till the creek runs [Am] dry.
Yeah, it's the life I know, sad old soul on a [D] old dirt [C] road.
On the bank of a watering hole, just me and my dog and my granddad's [D] cane [Am] pole.
Fresh pounds of surrender and chew, think about what granddad [C] do.
Whiskey bent and a little hillbound, Sunday morning hear the church bell [Am] sound.
I fill a liquor, spit out the Jew, little old church on a back road [C] view.
Living life with no regrets, just a penned up dog being put to [Am] rest.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
[C]
[D] [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
Thinking about when life will [C] end And how much time I've got to spend
[Am] Oh no, oh [C] no
[N]
[Bb]
[Am] The hourglass is running fast, [C] not much life to live.
[D] [Am] I hear the birds, then a shotgun [C] blast, don't know what more to give.
[D] [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
Thinking about when life will end [C] and how much time I've got to spend.
[Am] Oh no, let me out this cage please, no more rage, I'm on my [C] knees.
Looking up at the stars above, knowing that push may come to [D] shove.
[Am] Grab a bottle, put on some shoes, hit a cow trail, what I got to [C] lose?
Probably ought to put down a glass of booze, thinkin' to myself, got a cow who would [D] lose.
[Am] Nah, can't be that bad, I came a long way from a redneck [C] lad.
Went rose, treetop sway, neck redder than some Georgia [Am] clay.
Head on down to see Williams Creek, sweat warm in the Florida [C] heat.
Take a knee, I pop a top, I'm hollow, I won't spill a [Am] drop.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Drink is chirp and it calms the soul, rednecks never die, I'm [C] told.
Southern pride brightens up my eyes, and I can stay here till the creek runs [Am] dry.
Yeah, it's the life I know, sad old soul on a [D] old dirt [C] road.
On the bank of a watering hole, just me and my dog and my granddad's [D] cane [Am] pole.
Fresh pounds of surrender and chew, think about what granddad [C] do.
Whiskey bent and a little hillbound, Sunday morning hear the church bell [Am] sound.
I fill a liquor, spit out the Jew, little old church on a back road [C] view.
Living life with no regrets, just a penned up dog being put to [Am] rest.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
[C]
[D] [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
Thinking about when life will [C] end And how much time I've got to spend
[Am] Oh no, oh [C] no
[N]
Key:
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ The hourglass is running _ fast, [C] not much life to live.
_ [D] [Am] I hear the birds, then a shotgun _ [C] blast, don't know what more to give.
[D] _ [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] _ sunrise as the day _ [Am] begins.
_ Thinking about when life will end [C] and how much time I've got to spend.
[Am] Oh no, let me out this cage please, no more rage, I'm on my [C] knees.
Looking up at the stars above, knowing that push may come to [D] shove.
[Am] Grab a bottle, put on some shoes, hit a cow trail, what I got to [C] lose?
Probably ought to put down a glass of booze, thinkin' to myself, got a cow who would [D] lose.
[Am] Nah, can't be that bad, I came a long way from a redneck [C] lad.
Went rose, treetop sway, neck redder than some Georgia [Am] clay.
Head on down to see Williams Creek, sweat warm in the Florida [C] heat.
Take a knee, I pop a top, I'm hollow, I won't spill a [Am] drop.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Drink is chirp and it calms the soul, rednecks never die, I'm [C] told.
Southern pride brightens up my eyes, and I can stay here till the creek runs [Am] dry.
Yeah, it's the life I know, sad old soul on a [D] old dirt [C] road.
On the bank of a watering hole, just me and my dog and my granddad's [D] cane [Am] pole.
Fresh pounds of surrender and chew, think about what granddad [C] do.
Whiskey bent and a little hillbound, Sunday morning hear the church bell [Am] sound.
I fill a liquor, spit out the Jew, little old church on a back road [C] view.
Living life with no regrets, just a penned up dog being put to [Am] rest.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [Am] _ Sitting here on the truck again, [C] _ sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
_ Thinking about when life will [C] end And how much time I've got to spend
[Am] Oh no, _ _ _ _ _ oh [C] no _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ The hourglass is running _ fast, [C] not much life to live.
_ [D] [Am] I hear the birds, then a shotgun _ [C] blast, don't know what more to give.
[D] _ [Am] Sitting here on the truck again, [C] _ sunrise as the day _ [Am] begins.
_ Thinking about when life will end [C] and how much time I've got to spend.
[Am] Oh no, let me out this cage please, no more rage, I'm on my [C] knees.
Looking up at the stars above, knowing that push may come to [D] shove.
[Am] Grab a bottle, put on some shoes, hit a cow trail, what I got to [C] lose?
Probably ought to put down a glass of booze, thinkin' to myself, got a cow who would [D] lose.
[Am] Nah, can't be that bad, I came a long way from a redneck [C] lad.
Went rose, treetop sway, neck redder than some Georgia [Am] clay.
Head on down to see Williams Creek, sweat warm in the Florida [C] heat.
Take a knee, I pop a top, I'm hollow, I won't spill a [Am] drop.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Drink is chirp and it calms the soul, rednecks never die, I'm [C] told.
Southern pride brightens up my eyes, and I can stay here till the creek runs [Am] dry.
Yeah, it's the life I know, sad old soul on a [D] old dirt [C] road.
On the bank of a watering hole, just me and my dog and my granddad's [D] cane [Am] pole.
Fresh pounds of surrender and chew, think about what granddad [C] do.
Whiskey bent and a little hillbound, Sunday morning hear the church bell [Am] sound.
I fill a liquor, spit out the Jew, little old church on a back road [C] view.
Living life with no regrets, just a penned up dog being put to [Am] rest.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend.
Sitting here on the truck again, sunrise as the day [C] begins.
Thinking about when life will end and how much time I've got to [Am] spend. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [Am] _ Sitting here on the truck again, [C] _ sunrise as the day [Am] begins.
_ Thinking about when life will [C] end And how much time I've got to spend
[Am] Oh no, _ _ _ _ _ oh [C] no _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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