Аккорды Savannah Dexter - Big Trucks (feat. Adam Calhoun, Dusty Leigh & Demun Jones)

[Intro]

G#5      G#5  G#5
Yeah, Yeah
G#5  A5
D#5  G#5  G#5
Huh
G#5   G#5
Yeah (Let's go, let's go)
A5  D#5

[Chorus]

G#5              G#5       A5 G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#5                                 G#5 A5
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#5           G#5                G#5
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
          G#5                    G#5          A5        G#5
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5             G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5  A5      G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5 A5              D#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Break your, Break your)

[Verse]

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Break your neck back, lookin' up that super jacked
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Super Duty max blacked out from the front to the back
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Console packed full of green and magazines
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But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read (Indeed)
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Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck?
      G#5                          G#5      A5
Well, pay attention suckers, Demun Jones is pullin' up
D#5    G#5                              G#5
Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt
      G#5
Logos in the head rest,
N.C.
Jones County stand up
G#5                         G#5
Holler at your boy and I'ma get right with ya
         G#5                                 G#5  A5
I didn't mean to cause a scene, go 'head and take you a picture
D#5   G#5                      G#5
I'm a big truck boss, flossin' so photogenic
         G#5                          G#5               A5   G#5
Somebody grab me a ladder and I'll be down in a minute, come on

[Chorus]

G#5              G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#5                                 G#5         A5
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#5   G#5                         G#5
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
          G#5                          G#5    A5        G#5
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5             G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5 A5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5 A5  G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (I'm)

[Verse]

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I'm lovin' it, big pipes, I'm like a shuttle lift
G#5                   G#5       A5             G#5
Truck so high I could park your truck up under it
G#5                      G#5
Big wheels spin on every truck that I'm in
           G#5                         G#5      A5   G#5
I call 'em upper cuts 'cause they come up to my chin
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Bass bumpin', turn left, the frame rubbin'
G#5                           G#5             A5  G#5
Pull up on you break-pumpin', dare someone to say somethin'
G#5                  G#5
Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin'
G#5                          G#5     A5         G#5       G#5
Now drop it down and watch a country girl shake somethin'
                      G#5
Feel like I'm playin' tic-tac-toe
          G#5                            G#5    A5
The way I got these men textin' me these Xs and Os
  D#5     G#5                  G#5
I keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup
        G#5                 G#5   A5
Country girl with a big ol' butt

[Verse]

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Got that big ol' diesel whistlin', speakers knockin', listenin'
   G#5                          G#5     A5             D#5
To Upchurch up in Michigan, you talkin' or you hoppin' in?
G#5                             G#5
Put the Mickey Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' since
N.C.
Pocket Full of Stones, don't try to box me in
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Bangers when you hear it, gotta turn the volume up, ayy
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Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk
G#5     G#5                           G#5
I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I never get stuck, How's?
N.C.
The view down there in that rut lookin' up?
       G#5                      G#5
Flyin' by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten
              G#5                           A5
Sittin' high, drinkin' apple pie, there she go again
      G#5    G#5                        A5
Tryna rev my engine up, actin' like she tryna— uh
G#5            G#5
I'm just tryna get her home and watch her
           A5
Shake that big ol' butt, 'cause I'm a

[Chorus]

G#5 G#5                       A5     G#5
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
          G#5                           A5
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#5           G#5                       G#5
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
                   G#5                        A5        G#5
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
G#5             G#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5             G#5 A5       D#5
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5
Stupid, stupid (It's Dusty Leigh)
G#5
Stupid (Hell yeah)
G#5
Stupid (Ayy, what up?)
        G#5 A5
Stupid, stupid

[Verse]

D#5
I,
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Pull up lookin' down (Down), see only wheels on the ground (Ground)
G#5                               G#5      A5
You think you seen a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds
G#5  G#5                             G#5
It's Dusty Leigh, I'm the party boy, ride around in a Tonka toy
G#5                          G#5     A5               D#5
When I show my face, all the country girls go bonkers for me
G#5                   G#5
I'm lifted up, lifted up to the sky (Sky)
G#5                         G#5     A5          G#5
You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side (Side)
G#5                      G#5
A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry
     G#5                                G#5      A5
Only noon, but I ain't cryin', 'bout to turn up, yeah, it's time (Let's go)
G#5                                    G#5             D#5
My truck's so damn stupid, state might cut it a check (A check)
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My wheels built for dirt in case I go off track
  G#5                      G#5        A5
I don't know it all, but I know for a fact
     G#5  G#5                         G#5          A5
Real men, like their truck beefy like Sav from the back

[Outro]

N.C.
Yeah, I'm a
N.C.
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
N.C
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up