Аккорды Zach Bryan - Oklahoma Smokeshow

[Intro]
G C EM D G


[Verse 1]
G
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
C
I know your daddy ain’t home, so ride with me tonight
Em                 D                    G
You always wind up here, in a puddle of tears

[Verse 2]

G
Them boys are out and they’re angry and they’re lookin’ for blood
C
In the back of a blue old pick up truck
Em                        D                      G
You’ve got nowhere to go, although you’re all gussied up

[Verse 3]

G
There’s so much whiskey in his Coke it’ll make her nose bend
C
But she swears that his love is a damn God-send
Em              D                   G
She ain’t known God since she was a child

[Verse 4]

G
She used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day
C
Until the world came around and took her dreaming away
Em               D                G
Told her how to dress and act and smile


[Chorus]

C
She’s an Oklahoma Smokeshow
        G
He’s an asshole from back home
D                         Em
She’ll never make it out alive
C
Of that small-town bar scene
             G
Where small vices kill your big dreams
D                                        Em
He’d take you home but he’s too drunk to drive


C
I’ve been here, I’ve been up all night
   G
Thinkin’ ’bout a life with you and I
D
One you’ll never know
                           Em
‘Cause you’re a smalltown smokeshow

       C
Well, I’ve been here, I’ve been up all night
   G
Thinkin’ ’bout a life with you and I
D
One you’ll never know
                           Em
‘Cause you’re a smalltown smokeshow

[Break]
C  G   D   Em (X2)

[Verse 1]

G
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
C
I know your daddy ain’t home, so ride with me tonight
Em                 D                    G
You always wind up here, in a puddle of tears

[Verse 2]

G
Them boys are out and they’re angry and they’re lookin’ for blood
C
In the back of a blue old pick up truck
Em                        D                      G
You’ve got nowhere to go, although you’re all gussied up