SMO - Kuntry Boy Swag Chords by Big Smo
Tempo:
123.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
Dm
Eb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
[E] [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
[A] This
[Dm] [Em] [D]
[Bm]
[E] [D]
right here is no [Eb] swag.
[D] Shakina folk, Big Smoke.
[Eb]
[D] While my country folk get here, is no [Eb] swag.
[D] Show me that country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
[F] [A] Country boy, country [D] boy, country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
Get back to home farm on my country boy swag.
Listen up good right here.
They call me Hick Rouse, [Dm] Holla Hawk and [D] Cone.
And raise a cold cup up when [Ab] you hear [D] this song.
When you feelin' strong, just like [Dm] your southern fry.
[D] Red, white and blue, so built with country pride.
You can see it in my eyes, blood, sweat and [Bbm] blistered [D] hands.
I'm brute tough and hold it down for [Eb] the simple man.
[D] I got a simple plan, just keep [Dm] it country baby.
[D] From the sticks to the bricks, backwoods, livin' crazy.
Take it off the top, down [F] my family [D] tree.
Midtown, west coast, full [A] [D] blooded breed.
I'm with my only team, we call [F] it Kenfolk.
[D] Country boy swagged out in real bud camo.
Redneck girls in my trucks gone [Bb] wild.
My southern [D] swag stretch as far as a country mile.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my [Dm] bag,
You [D] can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy [Bb]
[D] swag.
[E] From my hat, to [D] my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You better hope for more my country boy [E] swag
[D] [Bb]
[D] [E] [D]
[E] [D] [E] [D]
[F] [D]
[N]
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
[E] [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
[A] This
[Dm] [Em] [D]
[Bm]
[E] [D]
right here is no [Eb] swag.
[D] Shakina folk, Big Smoke.
[Eb]
[D] While my country folk get here, is no [Eb] swag.
[D] Show me that country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
[F] [A] Country boy, country [D] boy, country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
Get back to home farm on my country boy swag.
Listen up good right here.
They call me Hick Rouse, [Dm] Holla Hawk and [D] Cone.
And raise a cold cup up when [Ab] you hear [D] this song.
When you feelin' strong, just like [Dm] your southern fry.
[D] Red, white and blue, so built with country pride.
You can see it in my eyes, blood, sweat and [Bbm] blistered [D] hands.
I'm brute tough and hold it down for [Eb] the simple man.
[D] I got a simple plan, just keep [Dm] it country baby.
[D] From the sticks to the bricks, backwoods, livin' crazy.
Take it off the top, down [F] my family [D] tree.
Midtown, west coast, full [A] [D] blooded breed.
I'm with my only team, we call [F] it Kenfolk.
[D] Country boy swagged out in real bud camo.
Redneck girls in my trucks gone [Bb] wild.
My southern [D] swag stretch as far as a country mile.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my [Dm] bag,
You [D] can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy [Bb]
[D] swag.
[E] From my hat, to [D] my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You better hope for more my country boy [E] swag
[D] [Bb]
[D] [E] [D]
[E] [D] [E] [D]
[F] [D]
[N]
Key:
D
E
Dm
Eb
F
D
E
Dm
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_ _ _ [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
_ [E] _ [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
_ _ [A] This _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ right here is no [Eb] swag.
[D] _ Shakina folk, Big Smoke.
_ _ [Eb]
[D] While my country folk get here, is no [Eb] swag.
[D] _ Show me that country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
_ [F] [A] Country boy, country [D] boy, country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
Get back to home farm on my country boy swag.
Listen up good right here.
They call me Hick Rouse, [Dm] Holla Hawk and [D] Cone.
And raise a cold cup up when [Ab] you hear [D] this song.
When you feelin' strong, just like [Dm] your southern fry.
[D] _ Red, white and blue, so built with country pride.
You can see it in my eyes, blood, sweat and [Bbm] blistered [D] hands.
I'm brute tough and hold it down for [Eb] the simple man.
[D] I got a simple plan, just keep [Dm] it country baby.
[D] From the sticks to the bricks, _ backwoods, livin' crazy.
Take it off the top, down [F] my family [D] tree.
_ Midtown, west coast, full [A] [D] blooded breed.
I'm with my only team, we call [F] it Kenfolk.
[D] Country boy swagged out in real bud camo.
Redneck girls in my trucks gone [Bb] wild.
My southern [D] swag stretch as far as a country mile.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my [Dm] bag,
You [D] can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag. _
_ Country boy _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ swag.
[E] From my hat, to [D] my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
_ _ _ _ From _ _ _ _ _ my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You better hope for more my country boy [E] swag
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _
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[E] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
_ [E] _ [D] Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
Big Smoke!
_ _ [A] This _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ right here is no [Eb] swag.
[D] _ Shakina folk, Big Smoke.
_ _ [Eb]
[D] While my country folk get here, is no [Eb] swag.
[D] _ Show me that country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
_ [F] [A] Country boy, country [D] boy, country boy swag.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
Get back to home farm on my country boy swag.
Listen up good right here.
They call me Hick Rouse, [Dm] Holla Hawk and [D] Cone.
And raise a cold cup up when [Ab] you hear [D] this song.
When you feelin' strong, just like [Dm] your southern fry.
[D] _ Red, white and blue, so built with country pride.
You can see it in my eyes, blood, sweat and [Bbm] blistered [D] hands.
I'm brute tough and hold it down for [Eb] the simple man.
[D] I got a simple plan, just keep [Dm] it country baby.
[D] From the sticks to the bricks, _ backwoods, livin' crazy.
Take it off the top, down [F] my family [D] tree.
_ Midtown, west coast, full [A] [D] blooded breed.
I'm with my only team, we call [F] it Kenfolk.
[D] Country boy swagged out in real bud camo.
Redneck girls in my trucks gone [Bb] wild.
My southern [D] swag stretch as far as a country mile.
From my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my [Dm] bag,
You [D] can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag. _
_ Country boy _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ swag.
[E] From my hat, to [D] my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You can bet the whole farm on my country boy swag.
Country boy swag.
_ _ _ _ From _ _ _ _ _ my hat, to my boots, to the bullets, to my bag,
You better hope for more my country boy [E] swag
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _
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[E] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D] _ _
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