Ridin High (Remastered) (feat. Young Gunner & Bottleneck) Chords

Tempo:
140.05 bpm
Chords used:

F

Am

E

G

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Ridin High (Remastered) (feat. Young Gunner & Bottleneck) chords
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[A]
[Am]
[F]
[E]
[G] [A] [Am]
[Dm] [F]
[E]
[G] [A] [Am]
[F]
[E] We take [G] them up and then [Am] we ride them high.
We take them up and then we ride them high.
We jack [Dm] em up and then [F] we ridin high
[E]
[G] [Am]
[Dm] [F] Georgia [E]
[Gm] boys [B] we ridin high, [A] we back in the jacked up truck
[B] Riding on 44's mud on [C] the doors and our plan is to get stuck
On the phone [F] call up the boys, let them all know to bring them toys
[E] Got a wait in the front if you need a tow and straight pipes to make [B] some [Am] noise
We coming just from a mile away you can hear the [F] roar
Them knobby tires [C] we ridin higher than we ever did before
If you wanna [F] ride then I gotta say hop in it's your discretion
[E] Cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose dude section
[Am] Got a 12 gauge on the back glass and it's ready to [C] go
When I'm on the road [Am] I never know when I'll see a bumper [C] explode
Dip in [F] my lip and a couple spit in the middle console
[Bm] Still getting honeys [F#] and scurrying bunnies you [C] already know
Ha ha [Am] so this truck gonna keep on rolling down [C#] the road
And it ain't [A] no joke cause Georgia boys [C] are good as gold
So take some notes [F] when you hear it flow and you see the mud hanging on the door
[Bm] My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show cause
We jack em up [Am] and then we ridin
[F]
[E] high
We jack [G] em up and then [Am] we ridin high
[Dm] [F]
[E] Deep
[G] [B] down in the woods yup [Am] high like the [C] trees
Yup a bunch of rednecks who don't have no damn decrees
Yeah I'm ripping [F] for the sticks I'm ripping for us hicks
[Bm] I'm talking bout us folks who ain't never seen [G] grief
My [A] Chevy truck [C] is jacked up a mud hole make me act up
I'm smashing tight and slack up I'm slinging mud y'all back up
It's true [F] it ain't no lie my Chevy's high on 45's
Cruising [E] VUI you know I'm sipping [G] apple pie
Got [C] that wheelie bump and pow black and camo on my ride
Yeah that Georgia flag flies cause I'm known to show my pride
Yeah I'm [F] creeping the crawl country clique yelling yee haw
Yeah [E] I've had some slips and falls due to too much [G] alcohol
Yeah [Em] my truck sits tall say I'm [Am] scaring [C] acrophobics
Dripping mud and climbing rocks still can't find a way to run it
Now I'm with [F] these Georgia boys and we riding tonkatoys
With [Bm] them big trucks, big tires
We jack em up and then [Am] we
[F]
[E] riding
[G] [Am]
[Dm] [F]
[E] high
[G] [Am] 44's, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
Nuts on [G] my truck kids I'm dragging em in the mud [Cm] brush
Just some old [F] country boys high like the pine [E] trees
And you can bet this be the last of a [C] dime breed
Southern blood [D] run through my [Am] veins we some rebel [C] boys
Cross the river you ain't heard of bottlenecking them Georgia boys
Coming through on the [F] tonkatoys riding high and jacked [E] up
Slinging mud like the hoods we got [G] that Mack [Am] cup
Raw dog in the toasty clay jacked up is how [Dm] we play
[Am] This how we do it but we keep [Dm] them southern raised
[F] Stuck in our southern ways stay in the dirt for [E] days
We riding high and jack em up they ain't [Dm] no other [Am] way
Better grip that steering wheel gonna make [Dm] that Chevy squeal
[Am] True gritty country boys heat like [Dm] you know it real
[F] We on that southern grind we jacked up all the [E] time
We riding in the sky we [G] jack em up and then [Am] we riding high
We jack em up and then we riding high
We jack em up and then [F] we riding high
We jack em up and then [E] we riding high
We jack [G] em up and then [Am] we riding high
[F]
[E]
[G] [F] [A]
[Dm] [Fm]
[F]
[Em]
[G] [C]
[F]
[E]
[B] [A]
[F]
[E]
[G] [A]
[G]
Key:  
F
134211111
Am
2311
E
2311
G
2131
C
3211
F
134211111
Am
2311
E
2311
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To learn Jawga Boyz - (Remastered, feat. Young Gunner & Bottleneck) Ridin High chords, anchor your practice on these foundational sequence of chords - Dm, F, E, G, Am, F, G and F. A good strategy is to initiate at 70 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 140 BPM. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: A Minor.

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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ We take [G] them up and then [Am] we ride them high.
We take them up and then we ride them high.
We jack [Dm] em up and then [F] we ridin high _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ Georgia _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] boys [B] _ we ridin high, [A] we back in the jacked up truck
[B] Riding on 44's mud on [C] the doors and our plan is to get stuck
On the phone [F] call up the boys, let them all know to bring them toys
[E] Got a wait in the front if you need a tow and straight pipes to make [B] some [Am] noise
We coming just from a mile away you can hear the [F] roar
Them knobby tires [C] we ridin higher than we ever did before
If you wanna [F] ride then I gotta say hop in it's your discretion
[E] Cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose dude section
[Am] Got a 12 gauge on the back glass and it's ready to [C] go
When I'm on the road [Am] I never know when I'll see a bumper [C] explode
Dip in [F] my lip and a couple spit in the middle console
[Bm] Still getting honeys [F#] and scurrying bunnies you [C] already know
Ha ha [Am] so this truck gonna keep on rolling down [C#] the road
And it ain't [A] no joke cause Georgia boys [C] are good as gold
So take some notes [F] when you hear it flow and you see the mud hanging on the door
[Bm] My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show cause
We jack em up [Am] and then we ridin _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ high
We jack [G] em up and then [Am] we ridin high _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ Deep _ _ _
[G] _ _ [B] down in the woods yup [Am] high like the [C] trees
Yup a bunch of rednecks who don't have no damn decrees
Yeah I'm ripping [F] for the sticks I'm ripping for us hicks
[Bm] I'm talking bout us folks who ain't never seen [G] grief
My [A] Chevy truck [C] is jacked up a mud hole make me act up
I'm smashing tight and slack up I'm slinging mud y'all back up
It's true [F] it ain't no lie my Chevy's high on _ 45's
Cruising [E] VUI you know I'm sipping [G] apple pie
Got [C] that wheelie bump and pow black and camo on my ride
Yeah that Georgia flag flies cause I'm known to show my pride
Yeah I'm [F] creeping the crawl country clique yelling yee haw
Yeah [E] I've had some slips and falls due to too much [G] alcohol
Yeah [Em] my truck sits tall say I'm [Am] scaring [C] acrophobics
Dripping mud and climbing rocks still can't find a way to run it
Now I'm with [F] these Georgia boys and we riding tonkatoys
With [Bm] them big trucks, big tires
We jack em up and then [Am] we _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ riding _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ high _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Am] 44's, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
Nuts on [G] my truck kids I'm dragging em in the mud [Cm] brush
Just some old [F] country boys high like the pine [E] trees
And you can bet this be the last of a [C] dime breed
Southern blood [D] run through my [Am] veins we some rebel [C] boys
Cross the river you ain't heard of bottlenecking them Georgia boys
Coming through on the [F] tonkatoys riding high and jacked [E] up
Slinging mud like the hoods we got [G] that Mack [Am] cup
Raw dog in the toasty clay jacked up is how [Dm] we play
[Am] This how we do it but we keep [Dm] them southern raised
[F] Stuck in our southern ways stay in the dirt for [E] days
We riding high and jack em up they ain't [Dm] no other [Am] way
Better grip that steering wheel gonna make [Dm] that Chevy squeal
[Am] True gritty country boys heat like [Dm] you know it real
[F] We on that southern grind we jacked up all the [E] time
We riding in the sky we [G] jack em up and then [Am] we riding high
We jack em up and then we riding high
We jack em up and then [F] we riding high
We jack em up and then [E] we riding high
We jack [G] em up and then [Am] we riding high _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _

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This song is part of Reloaded 1 album.

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