Chords for "Lubbock" by Cleto Cordero of Flatland Cavalry
Tempo:
74.15 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Eb
Gb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] I wrote that one.
We would spend every two, an extra two hours every weekend, and we were
still living in Lubbock, driving out to all the places we were playing, you know.
[Eb] Once
you get from the [Gb] interstate, you get on 84, and it's an extra [C] two hours added to your
whole [Gbm] trip while you're touring.
So we did that for like, [N] oh my goodness, like it seems
like four to six years or something.
And then we finally moved to Fort Worth, and kind of
got a break from all the, you know, the traveling back and forth.
But I think kind of [Ab] the song
came from [N] missing Lubbock and, you know, wanting to be there in my mind, I guess.
[Am] In my mind I'm going [N] to Lubbock, Texas.
Kind of want to write a song like that, you know, and [E] that's kind of what it ended up
becoming.
It's just, we're hoping, [Bb] you know, to be able to write a song that, [F] you know,
for a whole region that would [Bb] resonate with the people that are from there, and that maybe
they, whenever they listen to the [E] song, they could, you know, [N] see, envision Lubbock too,
you know.
Because it's a special place, [Bb] it's got great people, and that's kind [N] of what
we went for.
If you [G] headed west on 84, [Bb] you're in her driveway.
We've made it through the final four.
We're going to make the championship game.
Gonna win the championship [G] game.
[Ab] This is Lubbock.
[Db]
[Ab] If you headed west on 84, [Ab] you're in her driveway.
She'll greet you with a welcome mat,
a cotton field and a wind turbine bouquet.
The sick summer sun's her porch light, and it's so bright I look away.
Mac Davis playing on my stereo brings a smile to my face.
God, I miss this [Gb] place.
[Db]
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset [Db] sky.
[Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, fighting arts lady, she came first to rock and roll.
If you ask her where her heart's at, she'll [Abm] tell you she's got country in her soul.
[Ab] And you can hear them singing on Broadway, down in the deep hole.
There goes the bloody holly, [Gb] still alive and [Db] singing this song.
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset sky.
[Db]
[Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Db]
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little [Db] bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[Fm] Farmers working hard [Ab] all week, breaking their back.
[Fm] Sending prayers to an [Ab] autumn harvest moon.
And on Saturdays they paint [Abm] that [Db] town scarlet [Ab] and black.
Off 19th Street, [Bb] damn where the [Eb] lights are blue.
Blue.
[Ab]
[Eb] Take me home where the air is [Ab] dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
Where a boy and a girl with [Bb] a dream can touch the sky.
[Db] A little windy, but I don't mind.
[Ab] A little breeze through my hair [Eb] suits me just fine.
[Ab] You ought to hear them beach bells ringing on a Saturday [Db] night.
I [Eb] feel low on the road, time to head back home.
The friendliest place I've ever known.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, [Db] and you're getting me high.
Oh, oh.
Gonna get me [Ab] high.
[Gb]
[Db]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] [N]
I got these about eight years ago on eBay for $63.
Probably out of Josh Abbott's closet.
And I've been waiting to wear these for a long time.
[Ab] [N]
We would spend every two, an extra two hours every weekend, and we were
still living in Lubbock, driving out to all the places we were playing, you know.
[Eb] Once
you get from the [Gb] interstate, you get on 84, and it's an extra [C] two hours added to your
whole [Gbm] trip while you're touring.
So we did that for like, [N] oh my goodness, like it seems
like four to six years or something.
And then we finally moved to Fort Worth, and kind of
got a break from all the, you know, the traveling back and forth.
But I think kind of [Ab] the song
came from [N] missing Lubbock and, you know, wanting to be there in my mind, I guess.
[Am] In my mind I'm going [N] to Lubbock, Texas.
Kind of want to write a song like that, you know, and [E] that's kind of what it ended up
becoming.
It's just, we're hoping, [Bb] you know, to be able to write a song that, [F] you know,
for a whole region that would [Bb] resonate with the people that are from there, and that maybe
they, whenever they listen to the [E] song, they could, you know, [N] see, envision Lubbock too,
you know.
Because it's a special place, [Bb] it's got great people, and that's kind [N] of what
we went for.
If you [G] headed west on 84, [Bb] you're in her driveway.
We've made it through the final four.
We're going to make the championship game.
Gonna win the championship [G] game.
[Ab] This is Lubbock.
[Db]
[Ab] If you headed west on 84, [Ab] you're in her driveway.
She'll greet you with a welcome mat,
a cotton field and a wind turbine bouquet.
The sick summer sun's her porch light, and it's so bright I look away.
Mac Davis playing on my stereo brings a smile to my face.
God, I miss this [Gb] place.
[Db]
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset [Db] sky.
[Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, fighting arts lady, she came first to rock and roll.
If you ask her where her heart's at, she'll [Abm] tell you she's got country in her soul.
[Ab] And you can hear them singing on Broadway, down in the deep hole.
There goes the bloody holly, [Gb] still alive and [Db] singing this song.
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset sky.
[Db]
[Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Db]
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little [Db] bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[Fm] Farmers working hard [Ab] all week, breaking their back.
[Fm] Sending prayers to an [Ab] autumn harvest moon.
And on Saturdays they paint [Abm] that [Db] town scarlet [Ab] and black.
Off 19th Street, [Bb] damn where the [Eb] lights are blue.
Blue.
[Ab]
[Eb] Take me home where the air is [Ab] dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
Where a boy and a girl with [Bb] a dream can touch the sky.
[Db] A little windy, but I don't mind.
[Ab] A little breeze through my hair [Eb] suits me just fine.
[Ab] You ought to hear them beach bells ringing on a Saturday [Db] night.
I [Eb] feel low on the road, time to head back home.
The friendliest place I've ever known.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, [Db] and you're getting me high.
Oh, oh.
Gonna get me [Ab] high.
[Gb]
[Db]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] [N]
I got these about eight years ago on eBay for $63.
Probably out of Josh Abbott's closet.
And I've been waiting to wear these for a long time.
[Ab] [N]
Key:
Ab
Db
Eb
Gb
Bb
Ab
Db
Eb
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] I wrote that one.
We would spend every two, _ an extra two hours every weekend, and we were
still living in Lubbock, driving out to all the places we were playing, you know.
[Eb] Once
you get from the [Gb] interstate, you get on 84, and it's an extra [C] two hours added to your
whole [Gbm] trip while you're touring.
So we did that for like, [N] _ oh my goodness, like it seems
like four to six years or something.
And then we _ _ finally moved to Fort Worth, and kind of
got a break from all the, you know, the traveling back and forth.
But I think kind of [Ab] the song
came from [N] missing Lubbock and, you know, wanting to be there in my mind, I guess.
[Am] In my mind I'm going [N] to Lubbock, Texas.
Kind of want to write a song like that, you know, and [E] that's kind of what it ended up
becoming.
It's just, we're hoping, [Bb] you know, to be able to write a song that, [F] you know,
for a whole region that would [Bb] resonate with the people that are from there, and that maybe
they, whenever they listen to the [E] song, they could, you know, [N] see, envision Lubbock too,
you know.
Because it's a special place, [Bb] it's got great people, and that's kind [N] of what
we went for. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ If you [G] headed west on 84, [Bb] you're in her driveway.
We've made it through the final four.
We're going to make the championship game.
Gonna win the championship [G] game.
[Ab] This is Lubbock. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ [Ab] If you headed west on 84, [Ab] you're in her driveway.
She'll greet you with a welcome mat,
a cotton field and a wind turbine bouquet.
The sick summer sun's her porch light, and it's so bright I look away.
Mac Davis playing on my stereo brings a smile to my face.
God, I miss this [Gb] place.
_ [Db] _
_ [Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset [Db] sky.
_ [Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night. _
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, and you're getting me high.
_ Oh, _ _ _ fighting arts lady, she came first to rock and roll.
If you ask her where her heart's at, she'll [Abm] tell you she's got country in her soul.
[Ab] And you can hear them singing on Broadway, down in the deep hole.
There goes the bloody holly, [Gb] still alive and [Db] singing this song.
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset sky.
[Db] _
_ [Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Db] _
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little [Db] bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, [Ab] yeah. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] Farmers working hard [Ab] all week, breaking their back.
[Fm] Sending prayers to an [Ab] autumn harvest moon.
And on Saturdays they paint [Abm] that [Db] town scarlet [Ab] and black.
Off 19th Street, [Bb] damn where the [Eb] lights are blue.
Blue.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ Take me home where the air is [Ab] dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
Where a boy and a girl with [Bb] a dream can touch the sky.
[Db] A _ _ little windy, but I don't mind.
[Ab] A little breeze through my hair [Eb] suits me just fine.
[Ab] You ought to hear them beach bells ringing on a Saturday [Db] night.
I [Eb] feel low on the road, time to head back home.
The friendliest place I've ever known.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, [Db] and you're getting me high.
_ Oh, oh.
Gonna get me [Ab] high.
_ [Gb] _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ I got these about eight years ago on eBay for $63.
Probably out of Josh Abbott's closet.
And I've been waiting to wear these for a long time.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] I wrote that one.
We would spend every two, _ an extra two hours every weekend, and we were
still living in Lubbock, driving out to all the places we were playing, you know.
[Eb] Once
you get from the [Gb] interstate, you get on 84, and it's an extra [C] two hours added to your
whole [Gbm] trip while you're touring.
So we did that for like, [N] _ oh my goodness, like it seems
like four to six years or something.
And then we _ _ finally moved to Fort Worth, and kind of
got a break from all the, you know, the traveling back and forth.
But I think kind of [Ab] the song
came from [N] missing Lubbock and, you know, wanting to be there in my mind, I guess.
[Am] In my mind I'm going [N] to Lubbock, Texas.
Kind of want to write a song like that, you know, and [E] that's kind of what it ended up
becoming.
It's just, we're hoping, [Bb] you know, to be able to write a song that, [F] you know,
for a whole region that would [Bb] resonate with the people that are from there, and that maybe
they, whenever they listen to the [E] song, they could, you know, [N] see, envision Lubbock too,
you know.
Because it's a special place, [Bb] it's got great people, and that's kind [N] of what
we went for. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ If you [G] headed west on 84, [Bb] you're in her driveway.
We've made it through the final four.
We're going to make the championship game.
Gonna win the championship [G] game.
[Ab] This is Lubbock. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ [Ab] If you headed west on 84, [Ab] you're in her driveway.
She'll greet you with a welcome mat,
a cotton field and a wind turbine bouquet.
The sick summer sun's her porch light, and it's so bright I look away.
Mac Davis playing on my stereo brings a smile to my face.
God, I miss this [Gb] place.
_ [Db] _
_ [Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset [Db] sky.
_ [Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night. _
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, and you're getting me high.
_ Oh, _ _ _ fighting arts lady, she came first to rock and roll.
If you ask her where her heart's at, she'll [Abm] tell you she's got country in her soul.
[Ab] And you can hear them singing on Broadway, down in the deep hole.
There goes the bloody holly, [Gb] still alive and [Db] singing this song.
[Ab] Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier [Gb] sunset sky.
[Db] _
_ [Ab] A little windy, but I don't mind.
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.
You ought to see them stars [Gb] burn at night.
[Db] _
[Eb] We're getting low on the road, time to head back home.
There's nothing like a little [Db] bit of love, and you're getting me high.
Oh, [Ab] yeah. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] Farmers working hard [Ab] all week, breaking their back.
[Fm] Sending prayers to an [Ab] autumn harvest moon.
And on Saturdays they paint [Abm] that [Db] town scarlet [Ab] and black.
Off 19th Street, [Bb] damn where the [Eb] lights are blue.
Blue.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ Take me home where the air is [Ab] dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee high.
Where a boy and a girl with [Bb] a dream can touch the sky.
[Db] A _ _ little windy, but I don't mind.
[Ab] A little breeze through my hair [Eb] suits me just fine.
[Ab] You ought to hear them beach bells ringing on a Saturday [Db] night.
I [Eb] feel low on the road, time to head back home.
The friendliest place I've ever known.
There's nothing like a little bit of love, [Db] and you're getting me high.
_ Oh, oh.
Gonna get me [Ab] high.
_ [Gb] _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ I got these about eight years ago on eBay for $63.
Probably out of Josh Abbott's closet.
And I've been waiting to wear these for a long time.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [N] _