Аккорды Adeem the Artist - Carolina

CAPO: 4th FRET

[Intro]
C  C  C  C

[Verse]
         C                                F          C
Started out as a light in my father's eye at a Texaco
 G                          F              G
Mama was workin' overnights on Sam Wilson Road

           C
She was a mad-capped teenage runaway
   F             C
A year past graduation
         G
She was new in town and he was burnin' down
   F               G
A place with infatuation

[Chorus]
           F        G
She fired red hot, buckshot
      C                        F
'Til stress called across the parkin' lot

     F                     G
The revelry went from the feelin'
                      C                    F
Now they're rootin' around for a little repose

      F                  G
They chase sunrise, the moon is shinin'
        C                      F
I been tusslin' and mutterin' secrets all night

 Am               G            C    C
Started out as a light in Carolina
   F                Dm           C   C
I started out as a light in Carolina

[Verse]
                C
Well I started out as a light in my mother's eye
F             C
Many years ago
        G
In the numbing fires of live wires
 F               G
Loose in foster homes

         C
From my grandpa's fist to my mother's lip
            F           C
There's an ancestral impression
     G                      F            G
An American inheritance of trauma and depression

[Chorus]
           F        G
She fired red hot, buckshot
      C                        F
'Til stress called across the parkin' lot

     F                     G
The revelry went from the feelin'
                      C                    F
Now they're rootin' around for a little repose

      F                  G
They chase sunrise, the moon is shinin'
        C                      F
I been tusslin' and mutterin' secrets all night

 Am               G            C   C
Started out as a light in Carolina
   F                Dm           C   C
I started out as a light in Carolina

[Break]
F                  C
 From the birth canal
        F                    C
To the whistle of emergency sirens

          F                   Am
You've got a lot of skins to wear
       Dm                         G  G  G F
As you try to figure out who you are

F                   G
It don't matter what people say
C                      F
 Don't expect them to understand

[Outro]
F                          G            G C
 They ain't bobody no one elses mistake
                        F
Life is not always the things you planned
 Dm                              G                      G F
Some of us have childhoods that aren't poems on the side

     F              G
But darlin' you're doin' alright