Аккорды Brantley Gilbert - Dirty Money (feat. Justin Moore)

CAPO: 4th FRET

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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There's a bunch of folks from my town to your town to SoCal
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All over Alabama
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To New York chasing down that dirty money (yeah ahhhhh)

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They plow the ground and grow it up
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And fill the field with tractor dust from cotton to tobacco
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Busting up their backs for dirty money
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Yeah ahhh ahh ah (yeah ahhh)

[Chorus]
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And everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
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Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
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On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
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John Deere turns the rows
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Sunshine turns it green

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And that's the way we learned it

So, that's the way we earn it
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Pray for rain

From corn to grain
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It keeps the whole world turning

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Do it 'cause they need us
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We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
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And the first ones up to make dirty money

[Verse]
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We mix the corn in a copper still

Got mouths to feed

Got jars to fill
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From the sheriff to the pastor
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Got these pockets getting fat with dirty money

[Chorus]
         Am
And everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
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Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
      Am
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
 G
John Deere turns the rows
Dm
Sunshine turns it green

     Am
And that's the way we learned it

So, that's the way we earn it
 G
Pray for rain

From corn to grain
    Dm
It keeps the whole world turning

Am
Do it 'cause they need us
                       G
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
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And the first ones up to make dirty money-ey-eeeey-ey
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Yeah ah ahhhhhh (yeah) ahhhhhh
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Hey

[Break]
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It's on our roots, our boots
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Bleeding through it
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And we live

We give
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A whole new meaning to it
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A whole new meaning to it

[Chorus]
         Am
And everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
      G                              Dm
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done

      Am
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
 G
John Deere turns the rows
Dm
Sunshine turns it green

     Am
And that's the way we learned it

So, that's the way we earn it
 G
Pray for rain

From corn to grain
    Dm
It keeps the whole world turning

Am
Do it 'cause they need us
                       G
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
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And the first ones up to make dirty money
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Mmmmmmm

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Yeah dirty, boy
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That dirty money

Ain't no pretty boys 'round here, old son
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Hell, naw

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Yeah

[Outro]
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Dirty money hey hey hey hey

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