Аккорды Robby Johnson - Get In Gear

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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It was a warm summer night

Tailgates down
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Bonfire in M. Jefferson′s field

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Bunch of good ole boys

And mama raised girls
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Just livin' and keeping it real

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When this pretty little thing

I′d been watching all night
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Walked up to me and said (heck yeah)

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"Hey we kissed back in fifth grade

But I'm all grown up now
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So cowboy, what you say?

Hey I said

[Chorus]
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"Hey baby girl you're looking damn fine
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And I′m loving what′s rising here

From the way you sway

I can tell right away
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There's whiskey fire on your lips

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Now If you don′t mind

I'ma cut to the line
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And just call it what it is

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We should start this truck right here

Yeah
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And Get in gear"

[Verse]
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And so we climbed in my truck

And put in drive
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And went flying on the interstate

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She was sliding on over

Ever so closer
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I could feel her creeping in my space

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I was losing my mind

She wasn′t wasting time
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I could barely drive it straight

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She said "hey there cowboy

Are you doin' alright
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Do you want me to hit the breaks?"

And I said

[Chorus]
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"Hey baby girl you're looking damn fine
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And I′m loving what′s rising here

From the way you sway

I can tell right away
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You love to ride on the edge of fear

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Now If you don′t mind

I'ma cut to the line
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And just call it what it is

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We should park this truck out here

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And Get in gear" woah
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 Oh! Get in gear

[Break]
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We were two kids sweating

Back seat loving
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On a good time cowboy date
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Then out of the blue

Blue lights flashing
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On the back of my tailgate

Cop said

[Chorus]
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"hey boy and girl I could give you a fine
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'Cause I know what went down here

From the way it swayed

I could tell right away
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Through the fog on your back windshield

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Now if you don't mind

I′ma cut to the line
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And just call it what it is

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Now grab your boots
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Your wranglers and your cut off jeans
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And get in gear

[Outro]
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Oh! Get in gear
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Oh! Get in Gear
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Oh! Get in gear
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Oh! Get in gear