Аккорды Kenny Feidler - Roll On

Capo on 2nd fret. If you want to play without capo, you can set the "Transpose" button on +2.

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
       G                    D              A
I been running wide open so long I can't recall
     G                             D                  A
This life ain't stunning when your back's against the wall
         G                              D                      A
Ain't no love for the city 'cause she's always been getting me down
      G                     D                  A
Ain't got no pity, going to head for a western town

[Chorus]
     G                  D
Just ramble on with the gas pedal steady
      A                      D
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I'm ready
     G                           D
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
A                  D
Wake me up when we make the next town
   G                       D
My jeans ain't pressed, my shirt ain't clean
   A                         D
My chaps are creased and I'm feeling mean
      G                       D
Just stab her in the neck and pitch it to the sky
A                                 D
Lеt me roll on because this is my high

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
     G                         D                A
Wеll I've hit the highways and I've hit the rodeo
G                    D                 A
Done it my way and I ain't got much to show
G                              D                    A
Got some miles to run and it's always going to be a fight
          G            D                     A
You ain't cowboy son unless you gonna fly by night

[Chorus]
      G                  D
And I ramble on with the gas pedal steady
      A                      D
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I'm ready
     G                           D
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
A                  D
Wake me up when we make the next town
   G                       D
My jeans ain't pressed, my shirt ain't clean
   A                         D
My chaps are creased and I'm feeling mean
      G                       D
Just stab her in the neck and pitch it to the sky
A                                 D
Lеt me roll on because this is my high

[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
     G                  D
Just ramble on with the gas pedal steady
      A                      D
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I'm ready
     G                           D
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
A                  D
Wake me up when we make the next town
   G                       D
My jeans ain't pressed, my shirt ain't clean
   A                         D
My chaps are creased and I'm feeling mean
      G                       D
Just stab her in the neck and pitch it to the sky
A
Lеt me roll on because this is my high