Chords for Riley Green - That Was Us (Golden Saw Series Performance) ft. Jessi Alexander
Tempo:
115.35 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
D#
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[F#]
[C#] [A#]
[F#]
There's a [C#] dapp bar in Daytona, a couple names on the wall, right between gold gators and
phone number for [G#] a good time call.
[C#] There's a cornfield in Vidalia, [F#] some BF Goodrich [C#] tracks, [F#] radio [C#] playing Copperhead Road [G#] till
[F#] That was us in a two [C#]-tone Chevy, can't help a smile when I'm looking [D#] back now, [F#] two kids
[G#] but we had it all figured out.
[C#] [A#]
[F#]
There's a [C#] dapp bar in Daytona, a couple names on the wall, right between gold gators and
phone number for [G#] a good time call.
[C#] There's a cornfield in Vidalia, [F#] some BF Goodrich [C#] tracks, [F#] radio [C#] playing Copperhead Road [G#] till
[F#] That was us in a two [C#]-tone Chevy, can't help a smile when I'm looking [D#] back now, [F#] two kids
[G#] but we had it all figured out.
100% ➙ 115BPM
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_ [C#] _ _ [A#] _ _ _
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_ There's a [C#] dapp bar in Daytona, a couple names on the wall, right between gold gators and
an old phone number for [G#] a good time call. _ _
[C#] There's a cornfield in Vidalia, [F#] some BF Goodrich [C#] tracks, [F#] _ radio [C#] playing Copperhead Road [G#] till
the sky turned black.
_ [G#] _
[F#] That was us in a two [C#]-tone Chevy, can't help a smile when I'm looking [D#] back now, [F#] two kids
tearing up [C#] a little small town, [G#] but we had it all figured _ out.
[C#] Running wild like a Tennessee River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We [F#] were tailgate talking [C#] by the river, like [G#] a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#] At the end of that trail [G#] of cans and a cloud [F#] of dust, _ baby [C#] that was us.
_ [D#] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ There's a worn out track on my jukebox, an old Keith Whitley [C#] song, _
[F#] found me a _ [C#] rolled
dance [G#] floor all night long, _ [C#] and a rope burned on an [D#] old old fence.
[F#] Hanging high on a creek, I was scared to [D#] death before you could talk me [G#] into anything. _ _
That [C#] was us in a two-tone Chevy, _ can't help a smile when I'm looking back now, we [F#] were
tailgate talking [C#] by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[F#] Running wild like a Tennessee [C#] River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We were tailgate talking by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#] At the end of that trail of [G#] cans and [F#] a cloud of dust, _ _ baby that [C#] was us. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Baby that [C#] was us. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _
That was [C#] us in a two-tone Chevy, [F#] can't help a smile when I'm looking back now, [C#] we were
two kids tearing up a small town, [G#] but we had it all figured out.
[F#] Running wild like a [C#] Tennessee River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We were [F#] tailgate talking [C#] by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#m] At the end of that [G#] trail of cans and a [F#] cloud of dust, _ baby that [C#] was us.
_ [D#] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Baby that was [C#] us.
_ [A#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [A#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ There's a [C#] dapp bar in Daytona, a couple names on the wall, right between gold gators and
an old phone number for [G#] a good time call. _ _
[C#] There's a cornfield in Vidalia, [F#] some BF Goodrich [C#] tracks, [F#] _ radio [C#] playing Copperhead Road [G#] till
the sky turned black.
_ [G#] _
[F#] That was us in a two [C#]-tone Chevy, can't help a smile when I'm looking [D#] back now, [F#] two kids
tearing up [C#] a little small town, [G#] but we had it all figured _ out.
[C#] Running wild like a Tennessee River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We [F#] were tailgate talking [C#] by the river, like [G#] a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#] At the end of that trail [G#] of cans and a cloud [F#] of dust, _ baby [C#] that was us.
_ [D#] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ There's a worn out track on my jukebox, an old Keith Whitley [C#] song, _
[F#] found me a _ [C#] rolled
dance [G#] floor all night long, _ [C#] and a rope burned on an [D#] old old fence.
[F#] Hanging high on a creek, I was scared to [D#] death before you could talk me [G#] into anything. _ _
That [C#] was us in a two-tone Chevy, _ can't help a smile when I'm looking back now, we [F#] were
tailgate talking [C#] by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[F#] Running wild like a Tennessee [C#] River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We were tailgate talking by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#] At the end of that trail of [G#] cans and [F#] a cloud of dust, _ _ baby that [C#] was us. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Baby that [C#] was us. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _
That was [C#] us in a two-tone Chevy, [F#] can't help a smile when I'm looking back now, [C#] we were
two kids tearing up a small town, [G#] but we had it all figured out.
[F#] Running wild like a [C#] Tennessee River, a little reckless and a little hell bound.
We were [F#] tailgate talking [C#] by the river, [G#] like a boat should never hit the ground.
[A#m] At the end of that [G#] trail of cans and a [F#] cloud of dust, _ baby that [C#] was us.
_ [D#] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Baby that was [C#] us.
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