Chords for Southern Culture on the Skids - Fried Chicken and Gasoline
Tempo:
70.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
Em
G
B
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We're going to close with a song from a group that is based here in Chapel Hill called Southern Culture on the Skids.
I want to introduce the members, Rick Miller on guitar and vocals, Mary Huff bass and vocals, and [Eb] Dave Hartman, not that Dave Hartman, but a different one on drums.
Their song this morning, Fried Chicken and [E] Gasoline, here they are.
[Em] Well I've been on this road so long it seems, [E] that all I can taste is gasoline.
You know I've been on this road a long mile after mile.
[Em] You know it all looks the same to me, I don't know why.
The cold down on the street, I love the break of day.
24 hours I can't stay awake, fried chicken and gasoline.
I miss the one butch store, fried chicken and gasoline.
[G] [B]
[E]
Well it's an empty highway, [Em] a cold red dawn.
Man all this road just a day too long.
[E]
Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream.
[Em] We go chasing over gasoline and fried [G] chicken [E] and gasoline.
I miss the one [Em] butch store, fried [A] chicken [Em] and gasoline.
[G] [B] [E] Alright y'all, let's take it down the road, what you saying?
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[E]
[E] [B] [E]
You know fried chicken and gasoline y'all, that's been the story of my young life. Thank you.
[Em] [D]
I want to introduce the members, Rick Miller on guitar and vocals, Mary Huff bass and vocals, and [Eb] Dave Hartman, not that Dave Hartman, but a different one on drums.
Their song this morning, Fried Chicken and [E] Gasoline, here they are.
[Em] Well I've been on this road so long it seems, [E] that all I can taste is gasoline.
You know I've been on this road a long mile after mile.
[Em] You know it all looks the same to me, I don't know why.
The cold down on the street, I love the break of day.
24 hours I can't stay awake, fried chicken and gasoline.
I miss the one butch store, fried chicken and gasoline.
[G] [B]
[E]
Well it's an empty highway, [Em] a cold red dawn.
Man all this road just a day too long.
[E]
Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream.
[Em] We go chasing over gasoline and fried [G] chicken [E] and gasoline.
I miss the one [Em] butch store, fried [A] chicken [Em] and gasoline.
[G] [B] [E] Alright y'all, let's take it down the road, what you saying?
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[E]
[E] [B] [E]
You know fried chicken and gasoline y'all, that's been the story of my young life. Thank you.
[Em] [D]
Key:
E
Em
G
B
Eb
E
Em
G
We're going to close with a song from a group that is based here in Chapel Hill called Southern Culture on the Skids.
I want to introduce the members, Rick Miller on guitar and vocals, Mary Huff bass and vocals, and [Eb] Dave Hartman, not that Dave Hartman, but a different one on drums.
Their song this morning, Fried Chicken and [E] Gasoline, here they are. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] Well I've been on this road so long it seems, _ _ [E] _ that all I can taste is gasoline.
_ _ You know I've been on this road a long mile after mile.
_ _ [Em] You know it all looks the same to me, I don't know why.
_ _ The cold down on the street, I love the break of day.
_ _ _ 24 hours I can't stay awake, fried chicken and gasoline.
I miss the one butch store, _ fried chicken and gasoline.
_ [G] _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well it's an empty highway, [Em] a cold red dawn. _ _
_ Man all this road just a day too long.
[E] _ _
_ Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream. _ _
_ [Em] We go chasing over gasoline and fried [G] chicken [E] and gasoline.
I miss the one [Em] butch store, fried [A] chicken [Em] and gasoline.
_ _ [G] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] Alright y'all, let's take it down the road, what you saying?
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ You know fried chicken and gasoline y'all, that's been the story of my young life. Thank you. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
I want to introduce the members, Rick Miller on guitar and vocals, Mary Huff bass and vocals, and [Eb] Dave Hartman, not that Dave Hartman, but a different one on drums.
Their song this morning, Fried Chicken and [E] Gasoline, here they are. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] Well I've been on this road so long it seems, _ _ [E] _ that all I can taste is gasoline.
_ _ You know I've been on this road a long mile after mile.
_ _ [Em] You know it all looks the same to me, I don't know why.
_ _ The cold down on the street, I love the break of day.
_ _ _ 24 hours I can't stay awake, fried chicken and gasoline.
I miss the one butch store, _ fried chicken and gasoline.
_ [G] _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well it's an empty highway, [Em] a cold red dawn. _ _
_ Man all this road just a day too long.
[E] _ _
_ Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream. _ _
_ [Em] We go chasing over gasoline and fried [G] chicken [E] and gasoline.
I miss the one [Em] butch store, fried [A] chicken [Em] and gasoline.
_ _ [G] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] Alright y'all, let's take it down the road, what you saying?
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ You know fried chicken and gasoline y'all, that's been the story of my young life. Thank you. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _