Hillbilly Bone

Blake Shelton

Hillbilly Bone аккорды

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Tabbed by John Shaw (jashaw@shaw-web.net)
Artist: Blake Shelton w/ Tracy Atkins

Intro Fm B B F B-C-B-C-B-C-F x2
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Verse 1:
Fm
Well, I gotta friend in New York City
B
He's never heard of Conway Twitty
F
Don't know nothin' bout' grits and greens
Fm                        F
Never been south of Queens
F
But he flew down here on a business trip
B
I took him Honky Tonkin' and that was it
F                                 Fm                C-Bb-C-Bb-C-Bb-G
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cudd

Chorus:
F
We all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside
B
No matter where you're from, ya just can't hide it
F
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
G                             C-Bb-C-Bb-G
ya can't help a hollarin' "ye-haw"
F
When ya see those pretty little country queens
B
man ya gotta admit that it's in them genes
F
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
               N/B
Your Hillbilly Bone-Ba-Bone-Ba-Bone-Bone

Intro :( Once)

Verse 2:
Well ya ain't gotta be born out in the sticks
With a F-150 and a thirty odd six
Or have a Bubba in the family tree, to get on down with me

Yeah Bubba all ya need is an open mind
If it fires ya up, ya gotta let it shine
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, ya ain't alone (ya ain't alone)

CHORUS x2