red (feat. Morgan Wallen) Chords
Tempo:
70.075 bpm
Chords used:
F#
D#m
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[D#m] I'm talking about the sun coming up and the sun going down [F#] on a John Deere turning up
a hard [D#m] work check, making [F#] that blue collar country boy's neck red.
I'm talking about the color of them jerseys on a Friday night at the end of another long
hot guy slumbered between the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered [C#] in red.
Like a bonehound, [B] tracking some white [F#] tail buck down.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
It's [F#] everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're thankful
[B] for [F#] every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white [F#] and red.
[D#m]
[F#] Red, red.
I'm talking about a county line stopped time for the first shot to cup your beers and sit
and round [D#m] the fire like you're back in town when you bought them tires that [C#] lit.
You're down a dirt [F#] road and got some red lips leaning across the console.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
[F#] It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, and hard as you [D#m] hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white.
[F#] Yeah.
It don't matter who you are, got your back if that's what you need.
Cause [C#] at the end of the day, hey, we [B] all bleed red.
I ain't [F#] talking politics, I'm talking small town, and if you're from one you know what
I'm talking about.
It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn [B] flag that's blue and [F#] white and red.
[D#m] Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue [F#] and white and red.
Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue and white and red.
[N]
[D#m] I'm talking about the sun coming up and the sun going down [F#] on a John Deere turning up
a hard [D#m] work check, making [F#] that blue collar country boy's neck red.
I'm talking about the color of them jerseys on a Friday night at the end of another long
hot guy slumbered between the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered [C#] in red.
Like a bonehound, [B] tracking some white [F#] tail buck down.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
It's [F#] everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're thankful
[B] for [F#] every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white [F#] and red.
[D#m]
[F#] Red, red.
I'm talking about a county line stopped time for the first shot to cup your beers and sit
and round [D#m] the fire like you're back in town when you bought them tires that [C#] lit.
You're down a dirt [F#] road and got some red lips leaning across the console.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
[F#] It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, and hard as you [D#m] hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white.
[F#] Yeah.
It don't matter who you are, got your back if that's what you need.
Cause [C#] at the end of the day, hey, we [B] all bleed red.
I ain't [F#] talking politics, I'm talking small town, and if you're from one you know what
I'm talking about.
It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn [B] flag that's blue and [F#] white and red.
[D#m] Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue [F#] and white and red.
Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue and white and red.
[N]
Key:
F#
D#m
B
C#
F#
D#m
B
C#
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] I'm talking about the sun coming up and the sun going down [F#] on a John Deere turning up
a hard [D#m] work check, making [F#] that blue collar country boy's neck red.
_ I'm talking about the color of them jerseys on a Friday night at the end of another long
hot guy slumbered between the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered [C#] in red.
Like a bonehound, [B] tracking some white [F#] tail buck down.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
It's [F#] everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're thankful
[B] for [F#] every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white [F#] and red.
_ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [F#] Red, red.
I'm talking about a county line stopped time for the first shot to cup your beers and sit
and round [D#m] the fire like you're back in town when you bought them tires that [C#] lit.
You're down a dirt [F#] road and got some red lips leaning across the console.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
[F#] It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, and hard as you [D#m] hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white.
[F#] Yeah. _ _
_ _ It don't matter who you are, got your back if that's what you need.
Cause [C#] at the end of the day, hey, we [B] all bleed red.
I ain't [F#] talking politics, I'm talking small town, and if you're from one you know what
I'm talking about.
It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn [B] flag that's blue and [F#] white and red. _
[D#m] Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue [F#] and white and red. _ _
Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue and white and red. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] I'm talking about the sun coming up and the sun going down [F#] on a John Deere turning up
a hard [D#m] work check, making [F#] that blue collar country boy's neck red.
_ I'm talking about the color of them jerseys on a Friday night at the end of another long
hot guy slumbered between the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered [C#] in red.
Like a bonehound, [B] tracking some white [F#] tail buck down.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
It's [F#] everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're thankful
[B] for [F#] every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white [F#] and red.
_ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [F#] Red, red.
I'm talking about a county line stopped time for the first shot to cup your beers and sit
and round [D#m] the fire like you're back in town when you bought them tires that [C#] lit.
You're down a dirt [F#] road and got some red lips leaning across the console.
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town, and [D#m] if you're from one you know what
I'm talking [B] about.
[F#] It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, and hard as you [D#m] hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight for a wind torn flag [B] that's blue and white.
[F#] Yeah. _ _
_ _ It don't matter who you are, got your back if that's what you need.
Cause [C#] at the end of the day, hey, we [B] all bleed red.
I ain't [F#] talking politics, I'm talking small town, and if you're from one you know what
I'm talking about.
It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bridge to a crushed foot and you can't fade
it in the ditch.
It's like a book of John, like a barn door, [D#m] and hard as you hand over cause you're [F#] thankful
for every shift off so that was born to fight [D#m] for a wind torn [B] flag that's blue and [F#] white and red. _
[D#m] Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue [F#] and white and red. _ _
Yeah, a wind torn flag that's blue and white and red. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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