Chords for red, white, and blue - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Tempo:
67.35 bpm
Chords used:
G#
F#
C#
E
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[D#] [F#] Ooh, [C#] [C#m] [G#] mm-mm, we [F#]
[C#] [C#m] [G#]
don't have no plastic [D#m] LA friends, ain't on the edge of no popular [C#] trend, ain't
never [C#m] seen the inside of that [G#] magazine GQ.
We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas old [D#m] man, or some waitress bussing ass in some [C#] liquor stand.
If you [C#m] got soul, we hang [G#] out with people just like you.
My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've always [D#] been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
[F#] [G#m] Oh, [Fm] mm-mm, [G#]
rider on bikes, you're scourges, pear on [F#] dues, smoking campbells and drinking domestic [C#] bruises.
If you want to [E] know where I've been, just [G#] look at my hands.
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in [F#] jail.
Mama cried, but she still wouldn't pay [C#] my bail.
I ain't been [E] no angel, but even [G#] God, he understands.
My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've [D#m] always been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
Yeah, that's right.
[F#] [C#]
[E] [F#] [G#] Oh, mm
[F#]-mm, rider [Fm] on bikes,
[E] [F#] [G#] you're scourges, smoking campbells and [F#] drinking domestic bruises.
We paid our taxes and gave our lives [C#] to serve this great country.
[E] So what are they [G#] complaining about?
Yeah, we love our families, we love our [D#m] kids.
You know it's love that makes us all so rich.
[C#] That's where we're [E] at.
If they don't like it, [G#] they can just get the hell out.
My hair's [D#m] turning white, my neck's always [C#] been red, my collar's [G#] still blue.
We've always [D#m] been here, just trying to sing [A#m] the truth to you.
[F#] Oh, [C#] oh, oh.
[G#] [D#]
[C#] [G#]
[D#] [A#m]
[F#] Oh, oh, [C#]
[E] [F#] oh.
[G#] Oh,
[E] oh, [F#] oh.
[G#] Oh, [E] [F#] [G#]
[E] [F#] [G#]
[E] [F#] [G#] oh, oh.
Oh,
[E] [F#] oh, oh.
[G#]
[C#] [C#m] [G#]
don't have no plastic [D#m] LA friends, ain't on the edge of no popular [C#] trend, ain't
never [C#m] seen the inside of that [G#] magazine GQ.
We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas old [D#m] man, or some waitress bussing ass in some [C#] liquor stand.
If you [C#m] got soul, we hang [G#] out with people just like you.
My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've always [D#] been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
[F#] [G#m] Oh, [Fm] mm-mm, [G#]
rider on bikes, you're scourges, pear on [F#] dues, smoking campbells and drinking domestic [C#] bruises.
If you want to [E] know where I've been, just [G#] look at my hands.
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in [F#] jail.
Mama cried, but she still wouldn't pay [C#] my bail.
I ain't been [E] no angel, but even [G#] God, he understands.
My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've [D#m] always been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
Yeah, that's right.
[F#] [C#]
[E] [F#] [G#] Oh, mm
[F#]-mm, rider [Fm] on bikes,
[E] [F#] [G#] you're scourges, smoking campbells and [F#] drinking domestic bruises.
We paid our taxes and gave our lives [C#] to serve this great country.
[E] So what are they [G#] complaining about?
Yeah, we love our families, we love our [D#m] kids.
You know it's love that makes us all so rich.
[C#] That's where we're [E] at.
If they don't like it, [G#] they can just get the hell out.
My hair's [D#m] turning white, my neck's always [C#] been red, my collar's [G#] still blue.
We've always [D#m] been here, just trying to sing [A#m] the truth to you.
[F#] Oh, [C#] oh, oh.
[G#] [D#]
[C#] [G#]
[D#] [A#m]
[F#] Oh, oh, [C#]
[E] [F#] oh.
[G#] Oh,
[E] oh, [F#] oh.
[G#] Oh, [E] [F#] [G#]
[E] [F#] [G#]
[E] [F#] [G#] oh, oh.
Oh,
[E] [F#] oh, oh.
[G#]
Key:
G#
F#
C#
E
D#
G#
F#
C#
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ [F#] _ Ooh, [C#] _ _ [C#m] _ [G#] mm-mm, we _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
don't have no plastic [D#m] LA friends, ain't on the edge of no popular [C#] trend, ain't
never [C#m] seen the inside of that [G#] magazine GQ. _
We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas old [D#m] man, or some waitress bussing ass in some [C#] liquor stand.
If you [C#m] got soul, we hang [G#] out with people just like you. _
_ My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've always [D#] been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
_ [F#] _ _ [G#m] Oh, [Fm] mm-mm, _ [G#] _ _ _
rider on bikes, you're scourges, pear on [F#] dues, smoking campbells and drinking domestic [C#] bruises.
If you want to [E] know where I've been, just [G#] look at my hands.
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in [F#] jail.
Mama cried, but she still wouldn't pay [C#] my bail.
I ain't been [E] no angel, but even [G#] God, he understands. _ _
_ My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've [D#m] always been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
Yeah, that's right. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Oh, mm _ _
[F#]-mm, rider _ _ [Fm] on bikes, _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] you're scourges, _ smoking campbells and _ [F#] drinking domestic bruises.
We paid our taxes and gave our lives [C#] to serve this great country.
[E] So what are they [G#] complaining about? _
Yeah, we love our families, we love our [D#m] kids.
You know it's love that makes us all so rich.
[C#] That's where we're [E] at.
If they don't like it, [G#] they can just get the hell out.
_ My hair's [D#m] turning white, my neck's always [C#] been red, my collar's [G#] still blue.
We've always [D#m] been here, just trying to sing [A#m] the truth to you. _
[F#] Oh, _ _ [C#] oh, oh.
[G#] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _
[F#] Oh, oh, _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#] oh.
_ [G#] Oh, _ _
[E] oh, [F#] oh.
[G#] _ _ Oh, [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [G#] oh, oh.
Oh, _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ oh, oh.
[G#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
don't have no plastic [D#m] LA friends, ain't on the edge of no popular [C#] trend, ain't
never [C#m] seen the inside of that [G#] magazine GQ. _
We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas old [D#m] man, or some waitress bussing ass in some [C#] liquor stand.
If you [C#m] got soul, we hang [G#] out with people just like you. _
_ My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've always [D#] been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
_ [F#] _ _ [G#m] Oh, [Fm] mm-mm, _ [G#] _ _ _
rider on bikes, you're scourges, pear on [F#] dues, smoking campbells and drinking domestic [C#] bruises.
If you want to [E] know where I've been, just [G#] look at my hands.
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in [F#] jail.
Mama cried, but she still wouldn't pay [C#] my bail.
I ain't been [E] no angel, but even [G#] God, he understands. _ _
_ My hair's [D#] turning white, my neck's [C#] always been red, my [G#] collar's still blue.
We've [D#m] always been here, just trying to [A#m] sing the truth to you.
And [F#] guess you could say we've [C#] always been red, [G#] white, and blue.
Yeah, that's right. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Oh, mm _ _
[F#]-mm, rider _ _ [Fm] on bikes, _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] you're scourges, _ smoking campbells and _ [F#] drinking domestic bruises.
We paid our taxes and gave our lives [C#] to serve this great country.
[E] So what are they [G#] complaining about? _
Yeah, we love our families, we love our [D#m] kids.
You know it's love that makes us all so rich.
[C#] That's where we're [E] at.
If they don't like it, [G#] they can just get the hell out.
_ My hair's [D#m] turning white, my neck's always [C#] been red, my collar's [G#] still blue.
We've always [D#m] been here, just trying to sing [A#m] the truth to you. _
[F#] Oh, _ _ [C#] oh, oh.
[G#] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _
[F#] Oh, oh, _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#] oh.
_ [G#] Oh, _ _
[E] oh, [F#] oh.
[G#] _ _ Oh, [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [G#] oh, oh.
Oh, _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ oh, oh.
[G#] _ _