Аккорды Luke Dick - Took The Ride

TUNING: STANDARD

CAPO: 1st FRET

[Intro]
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[Verse]
N.C.
I didn't see a pack of cool menthols
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But her lips had cigarette lines
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I could tell she been pouring the Flora 'Bama ghost
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Since the summer of seventy ni-i-ine

N.C.
I bet you got a story that sounds
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A little something like Bobby McGee
N.C.
She said he took a left at the mailbox
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When I was seventeen

[Chorus]
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And I packed my favorite faded jeans
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Hanged my lights at New Orleans
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Chased the Grateful Dead and then got hiiiigh

         F
But I'm glad I had some crazy years
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I'm glad I finally wound up here
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I've lived and laughed and lost and loved and cried
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I'm glad I took the ride

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
       F
Met a drummer and a plumber

Got a lot of wrong numbers
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Was a sucker for a heartbreak smile

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Yeah I did what I did had a couple good kids
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Even though I walked down the wrong ai-i-aisle

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One went to college and the other went to jail
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But now they live pretty good lives

          Dm7
Ain't it funny how 20 turns right into 30
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And 30 into 55

[Chorus]
          F
When you packed your favorite faded jeans
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And hanged your lights at New Orleans
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And chased the Grateful Dead and go get hiiiigh

          F
Well I'm glad I had some crazy years
     Bb
I'm glad I finally wound up here
      Dm                    F                  Bb
I've lived and laughed and lost and loved and cried
                     Dm   Bb  F
I'm glad I took the ride

[Post-Chorus]
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Wooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Wooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

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[Break]
 F  N.C.
Dropped a twenty in the tip jar
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Said I guess it's getting time to go
N.C
Any last nicotine words
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That you think I might need to know

                F
And she said I ain't a preacher, ain't a shrink
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But I've had some time to think and drink
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Well here's my good and here's my bad adviiiiiiiiice

[Chorus]
         F
Well go pack your favorite faded jeans
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Hang the lights at New Orleans
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Chase the Grateful Dead and don't get hiiiigh

            F
'Cause I'm glad I had some crazy years
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I'm glad I finally wound up here
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I've lived and laughed and lost and loved and criiiii-ied

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I'm glad I took the ride

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Glad I took the ri-i-ide
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Wooooh ooh

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Glad I took the ride

[Outro]
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