Chords for Outlaw Classics
Tempo:
110.55 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
A
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, [D] I'm from Nashville.
[Dm] No, no, no, no.
I'm from the real Nashville.
[G] [A] [Dm] Ladies [D] in Nashville, raised on the west side when Preston Taylor was the jungle.
Rappers didn't mumble.
Gangsters didn't dance.
You got popped, you wore a [G] muzzle.
Streets had a cold.
[A] We don't know you, we don't [D] love you.
And I'm standing in a crowd full of [Dm] strangers in my city with some kid from California singing
Conway with it.
And my feelings, cause I'm feeling like the villain in the film to be real, I don't recognize
[A] half the people here.
There's a tear in my beard.
Make a toast, take a [D] chair.
Live for the night.
Yesterday disappeared when they tore down my neighborhood.
High rise condo, friends in high places, fly high Mondo.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
[Dm] There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [Dm] face there.
I need [G] these guitars late at night.
[D] These were stomping grounds for Sephora.
[A] [F]
[D] I'm a fuck around and leave with both women certified and ass villains, baby.
We don't catch [A] villains addicted to bad bitches.
[D] Adrenaline fast [D] living record labels in the contract.
I'll bite my ass with it.
Outlaws, no ass kissing just like Johnny Cash.
Get it?
Yeah.
[A] The city we've been going hard [G] long before they named the bars.
[F] Epic country music [D] stars.
These stars tell them stories of them bar room brawls.
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls.
Hit that Tiger Market 30 deep on Friday night.
[E] We go cruise, holler, girls, and just [D] ride all night.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
There's too [Dm] many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown face [Am] there.
I need these [G] guitars late at night.
These [D] were stomping grounds for Sephora.
Time now it's all glam and flashy.
I guess I'm old school, [Am] gone down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw [Dm] classy.
[D] Son, I was 17 years old, still wet behind my fucking ears.
Five deep in the Prima Monte Carlo bumping through the bills.
Country as a mater from the outskirts of the sketchy [G] danger zone.
All I knew was eating chickens, chasing girls, and [D] getting home.
Past two o'clock, music city went [Dm] to sleep.
That's meaning New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth.
[D] Yeah, they running out of room, but dog, I'm used to pushing and shoving.
[E] I dove in every bar from Broadway [A] to fucking DeMario.
[D] You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle.
You ain't never seen the witch with [Dm] spoons get down and wear the whistle.
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kid up in [A] Vandybrook
with beer bottle and chasing bitches all the way to Capitol.
[D] I got a couple of drops in my [Dm] whiskey.
There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [A] face there.
I meet these kids on a plate at [C] last.
These were [D] stomping grounds once upon a time.
Now it's [Dm] flashing.
[D] I guess I'm old school going down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw plastics.
[Am] [N]
[Dm] No, no, no, no.
I'm from the real Nashville.
[G] [A] [Dm] Ladies [D] in Nashville, raised on the west side when Preston Taylor was the jungle.
Rappers didn't mumble.
Gangsters didn't dance.
You got popped, you wore a [G] muzzle.
Streets had a cold.
[A] We don't know you, we don't [D] love you.
And I'm standing in a crowd full of [Dm] strangers in my city with some kid from California singing
Conway with it.
And my feelings, cause I'm feeling like the villain in the film to be real, I don't recognize
[A] half the people here.
There's a tear in my beard.
Make a toast, take a [D] chair.
Live for the night.
Yesterday disappeared when they tore down my neighborhood.
High rise condo, friends in high places, fly high Mondo.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
[Dm] There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [Dm] face there.
I need [G] these guitars late at night.
[D] These were stomping grounds for Sephora.
[A] [F]
[D] I'm a fuck around and leave with both women certified and ass villains, baby.
We don't catch [A] villains addicted to bad bitches.
[D] Adrenaline fast [D] living record labels in the contract.
I'll bite my ass with it.
Outlaws, no ass kissing just like Johnny Cash.
Get it?
Yeah.
[A] The city we've been going hard [G] long before they named the bars.
[F] Epic country music [D] stars.
These stars tell them stories of them bar room brawls.
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls.
Hit that Tiger Market 30 deep on Friday night.
[E] We go cruise, holler, girls, and just [D] ride all night.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
There's too [Dm] many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown face [Am] there.
I need these [G] guitars late at night.
These [D] were stomping grounds for Sephora.
Time now it's all glam and flashy.
I guess I'm old school, [Am] gone down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw [Dm] classy.
[D] Son, I was 17 years old, still wet behind my fucking ears.
Five deep in the Prima Monte Carlo bumping through the bills.
Country as a mater from the outskirts of the sketchy [G] danger zone.
All I knew was eating chickens, chasing girls, and [D] getting home.
Past two o'clock, music city went [Dm] to sleep.
That's meaning New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth.
[D] Yeah, they running out of room, but dog, I'm used to pushing and shoving.
[E] I dove in every bar from Broadway [A] to fucking DeMario.
[D] You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle.
You ain't never seen the witch with [Dm] spoons get down and wear the whistle.
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kid up in [A] Vandybrook
with beer bottle and chasing bitches all the way to Capitol.
[D] I got a couple of drops in my [Dm] whiskey.
There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [A] face there.
I meet these kids on a plate at [C] last.
These were [D] stomping grounds once upon a time.
Now it's [Dm] flashing.
[D] I guess I'm old school going down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw plastics.
[Am] [N]
Key:
D
Dm
A
G
Am
D
Dm
A
_ _ _ Yeah, [D] _ I'm from Nashville.
[Dm] _ No, no, no, no.
I'm from the real Nashville.
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] Ladies [D] in Nashville, raised on the west side when Preston Taylor was the jungle.
Rappers didn't mumble.
Gangsters didn't dance.
You got popped, you wore a [G] muzzle.
Streets had a cold.
[A] We don't know you, we don't [D] love you.
And I'm standing in a crowd full of [Dm] strangers in my city with some kid from California singing
Conway with it.
And my feelings, cause I'm feeling like the villain in the film to be real, I don't recognize
[A] half the people here.
There's a tear in my beard.
Make a toast, take a [D] chair.
Live for the night.
Yesterday disappeared when they tore down my neighborhood.
High rise condo, friends in high places, fly high Mondo.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
[Dm] There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [Dm] face there.
I need [G] these guitars late at night.
[D] These were stomping grounds for Sephora. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm a fuck around and leave with both women certified and ass villains, baby.
We don't catch [A] villains addicted to bad bitches.
[D] Adrenaline fast [D] living record labels in the contract.
I'll bite my ass with it.
Outlaws, no ass kissing just like Johnny Cash.
Get it?
Yeah.
[A] The city we've been going hard [G] long before they named the bars.
[F] Epic country music [D] stars.
These stars tell them stories of them bar room brawls.
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls.
Hit that Tiger Market 30 deep on Friday night.
[E] We go cruise, holler, girls, and just [D] ride all night.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
There's too [Dm] many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown face [Am] there.
I need these [G] guitars late at night.
These [D] were stomping grounds for Sephora.
Time now it's all glam and flashy.
I guess I'm old school, [Am] gone down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw [Dm] classy.
[D] Son, I was 17 years old, still wet behind my fucking ears.
Five deep in the Prima Monte Carlo bumping through the bills.
Country as a mater from the outskirts of the sketchy [G] danger zone.
All I knew was eating chickens, chasing girls, and [D] getting home.
Past two o'clock, music city went [Dm] to sleep.
That's meaning New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth.
[D] Yeah, they running out of room, but dog, I'm used to pushing and shoving.
[E] I dove in every bar from Broadway [A] to fucking DeMario.
[D] You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle.
You ain't never seen the witch with [Dm] spoons get down and wear the whistle.
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kid up in [A] Vandybrook
with beer bottle and chasing bitches all the way to Capitol.
[D] I got a couple of drops in my [Dm] whiskey.
There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [A] face there.
I meet these kids on a plate at [C] last.
These were [D] stomping grounds once upon a time.
Now it's _ [Dm] flashing.
[D] I guess I'm old school going down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw plastics.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Dm] _ No, no, no, no.
I'm from the real Nashville.
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] Ladies [D] in Nashville, raised on the west side when Preston Taylor was the jungle.
Rappers didn't mumble.
Gangsters didn't dance.
You got popped, you wore a [G] muzzle.
Streets had a cold.
[A] We don't know you, we don't [D] love you.
And I'm standing in a crowd full of [Dm] strangers in my city with some kid from California singing
Conway with it.
And my feelings, cause I'm feeling like the villain in the film to be real, I don't recognize
[A] half the people here.
There's a tear in my beard.
Make a toast, take a [D] chair.
Live for the night.
Yesterday disappeared when they tore down my neighborhood.
High rise condo, friends in high places, fly high Mondo.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
[Dm] There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [Dm] face there.
I need [G] these guitars late at night.
[D] These were stomping grounds for Sephora. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm a fuck around and leave with both women certified and ass villains, baby.
We don't catch [A] villains addicted to bad bitches.
[D] Adrenaline fast [D] living record labels in the contract.
I'll bite my ass with it.
Outlaws, no ass kissing just like Johnny Cash.
Get it?
Yeah.
[A] The city we've been going hard [G] long before they named the bars.
[F] Epic country music [D] stars.
These stars tell them stories of them bar room brawls.
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls.
Hit that Tiger Market 30 deep on Friday night.
[E] We go cruise, holler, girls, and just [D] ride all night.
I got a couple of drops in my whiskey.
There's too [Dm] many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown face [Am] there.
I need these [G] guitars late at night.
These [D] were stomping grounds for Sephora.
Time now it's all glam and flashy.
I guess I'm old school, [Am] gone down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw [Dm] classy.
[D] Son, I was 17 years old, still wet behind my fucking ears.
Five deep in the Prima Monte Carlo bumping through the bills.
Country as a mater from the outskirts of the sketchy [G] danger zone.
All I knew was eating chickens, chasing girls, and [D] getting home.
Past two o'clock, music city went [Dm] to sleep.
That's meaning New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth.
[D] Yeah, they running out of room, but dog, I'm used to pushing and shoving.
[E] I dove in every bar from Broadway [A] to fucking DeMario.
[D] You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle.
You ain't never seen the witch with [Dm] spoons get down and wear the whistle.
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kid up in [A] Vandybrook
with beer bottle and chasing bitches all the way to Capitol.
[D] I got a couple of drops in my [Dm] whiskey.
There's too many neon lights.
No [D] familiar hometown [A] face there.
I meet these kids on a plate at [C] last.
These were [D] stomping grounds once upon a time.
Now it's _ [Dm] flashing.
[D] I guess I'm old school going down slow.
[G] Like Tim outlaw plastics.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _