Аккорды Ian Munsick - Cowshit In The Morning

Capo 2nd fret.
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[Intro]
Am   Em   Am   Em

[Verse 1]
          Am                                         Em
She was a smoke show, east coast girl from the upper class
Am                                Em
Her money grew on trees that were planted in her daddy's grass
  Am
I brought her out here to the promised land
Em
West of the river, north of the sand
Am           Bm                C               D
All she ever did was bitch and ride my country ass

[Chorus]
               C              G
She hated that cowshit in the mornin'
D                     G
Folgers in an ol' tin can
C          G
Boots on a honky tonk floor
        D
And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand
C                  G
When she kicked my Border Collie
       D                    Em
That's when she crossed the line
                 C              G
I'd rather smell cowshit in the mornin'
         D                          Am
Than put up with her bullshit every night

[Interlude]
Em   Am   Em

[Verse 2]
        Am                                      Em
I said adios to her and the horse that she rode in on
           Am                              Em
When I say horse, I mean that trust fund SUV
         Am
Nah, the range ain't no place for a Range Rover
    Em
And she got colder than an old Blue Norther
Am                     Bm      C                 D
Told me it was here or her, so I flipped her the bird

[Chorus]
               C              G
She hated that cowshit in the mornin'
D                     G
Folgers in an ol' tin can (Ol' tin can)
C          G
Boots on a honky tonk floor
        D
And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand
C                  G
When she kicked my Border Collie
       D                    Em
That's when she crossed the line
                 C              G
I'd rather smell cowshit in the mornin'
         D                          C
Than put up with her bullshit every night

[Interlude]
C  G  D  Em
C  G  D  G

[Bridge]
D
She loved my two-tone flatbed
C                G
The black cowboy hat on my head
D
But she wasn't cut out for all that

[Chorus]
Em      G
Cowshit in the mornin'
D                     G
Folgers in an ol' tin can (Ol' tin can)
C          G
Boots on a honky tonk floor
        D
And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand
C                  G
When she kicked my Border Collie
       D                    Em
That's when she crossed the line
    D            C              G
I'd rather smell cowshit in the mornin'
         D                          Am
Than put up with her bullshit every night

[Outro]
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