Chords for Morgan Wallen - Still Goin Down (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
147.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C]
[C] The way I talk, I guess I got it from a pops product of some living down in a town where
the doors don't lock.
And there's a million other people like me from the scene, a little more Pope [Am] Duncan pop.
I didn't choose being born in [C] the sticks and I'd be damned if I sound like [Am] something I ain't.
Some folks are back, rogues [C] sold, but for me it just came.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl [G] crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
[Am] Every country girl got on a [G] cut off, taking a hit, [C] take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
Someone now, someone's out there sipping on some under proof.
Everyday baby's born with some baby blues.
A good old boy's got on his faded boots, working a nine to five.
I'm just another southern hell raiser.
[A] Ain't breaking ground, making sound [C] for them dropping down tailgaters.
But y'all, that's all I know to say.
So if you think I'm full of it, I ain't done it, check the resume.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern [G] drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on [G] a cut off, taking [C] a hit, take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
They're [C] kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[A]
[G] [C]
[A] [G]
[C] Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on a [A] cut off, taking a hit, take a trip.
[C] But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big [G] trucks around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
[Am] Call it cliche, but hey, just [G] take it from me.
[C] You're still going down out in the country.
[G] [C]
[A] [G]
[C]
[C]
[C] The way I talk, I guess I got it from a pops product of some living down in a town where
the doors don't lock.
And there's a million other people like me from the scene, a little more Pope [Am] Duncan pop.
I didn't choose being born in [C] the sticks and I'd be damned if I sound like [Am] something I ain't.
Some folks are back, rogues [C] sold, but for me it just came.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl [G] crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
[Am] Every country girl got on a [G] cut off, taking a hit, [C] take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
Someone now, someone's out there sipping on some under proof.
Everyday baby's born with some baby blues.
A good old boy's got on his faded boots, working a nine to five.
I'm just another southern hell raiser.
[A] Ain't breaking ground, making sound [C] for them dropping down tailgaters.
But y'all, that's all I know to say.
So if you think I'm full of it, I ain't done it, check the resume.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern [G] drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on [G] a cut off, taking [C] a hit, take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
They're [C] kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[A]
[G] [C]
[A] [G]
[C] Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on a [A] cut off, taking a hit, take a trip.
[C] But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big [G] trucks around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
[Am] Call it cliche, but hey, just [G] take it from me.
[C] You're still going down out in the country.
[G] [C]
[A] [G]
[C]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ The way I talk, I guess I got it from a pops product of some living down in a town where
the doors don't lock.
And there's a million other people like me from the scene, a little more Pope [Am] Duncan pop.
I didn't choose being born in [C] the sticks and I'd be damned if I sound like [Am] something I ain't.
Some folks are back, rogues [C] sold, but for me it just came. _
Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl [G] crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
[Am] Every country girl got on a [G] cut off, taking a hit, [C] take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Someone now, someone's out there sipping on some under proof.
Everyday baby's born with some baby blues.
A good old boy's got on his faded boots, working a nine to five. _
I'm just another southern hell raiser.
[A] Ain't breaking ground, making sound [C] for them dropping down tailgaters. _
But y'all, that's all I know to say.
So if you think I'm full of it, I ain't done it, check the resume.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern [G] drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on [G] a cut off, taking [C] a hit, take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
They're [C] kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on a [A] cut off, taking a hit, take a trip.
[C] But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big [G] trucks around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
[Am] Call it cliche, but hey, just [G] take it from me.
[C] You're still going down out in the country.
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ The way I talk, I guess I got it from a pops product of some living down in a town where
the doors don't lock.
And there's a million other people like me from the scene, a little more Pope [Am] Duncan pop.
I didn't choose being born in [C] the sticks and I'd be damned if I sound like [Am] something I ain't.
Some folks are back, rogues [C] sold, but for me it just came. _
Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl [G] crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
[Am] Every country girl got on a [G] cut off, taking a hit, [C] take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Someone now, someone's out there sipping on some under proof.
Everyday baby's born with some baby blues.
A good old boy's got on his faded boots, working a nine to five. _
I'm just another southern hell raiser.
[A] Ain't breaking ground, making sound [C] for them dropping down tailgaters. _
But y'all, that's all I know to say.
So if you think I'm full of it, I ain't done it, check the resume.
Cause I'm from a small town, southern [G] drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, [C] drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on [G] a cut off, taking [C] a hit, take a trip.
But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big trucks [G] around the fire.
They're [C] kicking up some dust behind the tires.
Call it cliche, but hey, [G] just take it from [C] me.
You're still going down out in the country.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd.
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night.
Every [Am] country girl got on a [A] cut off, taking a hit, take a trip.
[C] But they tell me I'm a liar.
They circle up big [G] trucks around the fire.
[C] They're kicking up some dust behind the tires.
[Am] Call it cliche, but hey, just [G] take it from me.
[C] You're still going down out in the country.
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