Chords for Bryan Martin - FAFO (feat. Charlie Farley, OG Caden & Austin Tolliver) [Official Lyric Video]
Tempo:
80.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
C#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[F#] I [C#] love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [C#m] I don't [C#] need.
Shotgun raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [C#] never too late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, you can [C#m] fuck around and find out.
[G#]
[A#m] You can [C#] fuck around and find out.
You may make it through the snakes, snares and [F#] alligators, but once you get to the gate,
you can't depend on your ways, cause you'll be over your [F#] jitter.
I'm talking growing tomatoes, feeding the worms, I [C#] fish with flavor.
I'll have a fish stick plate over a six foot grave, [F#] before I take a knee as our [C#] end plays.
My hands on my heart, [G#] I stand on what I say, [F#] and my second amendment handles what I can.
[C#] I ain't trying to be Billy Badass or Tom Sheehan, [F#] I'm just saying, there's the line, [C#m] don't cross it.
I got a [C#] red rider gun when I was three, [F#] so I don't run or hide from anything.
[C#] Bitch I'm a red, white and [G#] blue collar boy from the [F#] south.
You can [B] fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck a welfare, no I don't [C#] need em.
Shotgun [C#m] raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [E] never too [C#] late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, [F#] you can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] Oh gee, you can [C#] fuck around and find out.
They looking for me, well they [F#] know where to find me.
I'll be half drunk, strapped up in a [G#] white tee, I can show you if it's [F#] needed.
When you see it, you'll believe it, if you don't love it, you can leave it.
Michael [D#] Jackson, you can [C#] be it.
F-A [F#]-M-O, I teach you how this game go.
Different joints, same smoke, wake up wear the [C#] same clothes.
Real [G#] redneck, I'm a piece of white [F#] trash.
Blue collar boy, but my [C#] lady's high class.
Got the music way up loud with a cigar in my mouth.
[F#] Fuck around and come find out how we do it in the [C#] south.
Ain't saying nothing but you run in that mouth, I'll never take a hand out on two damn crack.
I'm a [F#] son of the dirt south, with a truck seat high and these straight pipes [C#] loud.
This [G#] land, land of [F#] freedom, double barrels in [C#] case we need it.
Man up, or sit your ass [F#] down.
We done talking, fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my [C#m] country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [E] I gonna [C#] need.
Shotgun rays from the woods to the [F#] plate.
Ain't never went hungry, ain't never too [C#] late.
So come around here son, run in your [F#] mouth.
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#]
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] [F#]
[G#] [C#]
[F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#]
[F#] I [C#] love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [C#m] I don't [C#] need.
Shotgun raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [C#] never too late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, you can [C#m] fuck around and find out.
[G#]
[A#m] You can [C#] fuck around and find out.
You may make it through the snakes, snares and [F#] alligators, but once you get to the gate,
you can't depend on your ways, cause you'll be over your [F#] jitter.
I'm talking growing tomatoes, feeding the worms, I [C#] fish with flavor.
I'll have a fish stick plate over a six foot grave, [F#] before I take a knee as our [C#] end plays.
My hands on my heart, [G#] I stand on what I say, [F#] and my second amendment handles what I can.
[C#] I ain't trying to be Billy Badass or Tom Sheehan, [F#] I'm just saying, there's the line, [C#m] don't cross it.
I got a [C#] red rider gun when I was three, [F#] so I don't run or hide from anything.
[C#] Bitch I'm a red, white and [G#] blue collar boy from the [F#] south.
You can [B] fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck a welfare, no I don't [C#] need em.
Shotgun [C#m] raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [E] never too [C#] late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, [F#] you can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] Oh gee, you can [C#] fuck around and find out.
They looking for me, well they [F#] know where to find me.
I'll be half drunk, strapped up in a [G#] white tee, I can show you if it's [F#] needed.
When you see it, you'll believe it, if you don't love it, you can leave it.
Michael [D#] Jackson, you can [C#] be it.
F-A [F#]-M-O, I teach you how this game go.
Different joints, same smoke, wake up wear the [C#] same clothes.
Real [G#] redneck, I'm a piece of white [F#] trash.
Blue collar boy, but my [C#] lady's high class.
Got the music way up loud with a cigar in my mouth.
[F#] Fuck around and come find out how we do it in the [C#] south.
Ain't saying nothing but you run in that mouth, I'll never take a hand out on two damn crack.
I'm a [F#] son of the dirt south, with a truck seat high and these straight pipes [C#] loud.
This [G#] land, land of [F#] freedom, double barrels in [C#] case we need it.
Man up, or sit your ass [F#] down.
We done talking, fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my [C#m] country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [E] I gonna [C#] need.
Shotgun rays from the woods to the [F#] plate.
Ain't never went hungry, ain't never too [C#] late.
So come around here son, run in your [F#] mouth.
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#]
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] [F#]
[G#] [C#]
[F#] [C#]
Key:
F#
C#
G#
C#m
E
F#
C#
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[F#] I _ _ _ [C#] love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [C#m] I don't [C#] need.
Shotgun raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [C#] never too late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, you can [C#m] fuck around and find out.
_ [G#] _
_ [A#m] _ You can [C#] fuck around and find out.
You may make it through the snakes, snares and [F#] alligators, but once you get to the gate,
you can't depend on your ways, cause you'll be over your [F#] jitter.
I'm talking growing tomatoes, feeding the worms, I [C#] fish with flavor.
I'll have a fish stick plate over a six foot grave, [F#] before I take a knee as our [C#] end plays.
My hands on my heart, [G#] I stand on what I say, [F#] and my second amendment handles what I can.
[C#] I ain't trying to be Billy Badass or Tom Sheehan, [F#] I'm just saying, there's the line, [C#m] don't cross it.
I got a [C#] red rider gun when I was three, [F#] so I don't run or hide from anything.
[C#] Bitch I'm a red, white and [G#] blue collar boy from the [F#] south.
You can [B] fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck a welfare, no I don't [C#] need em.
Shotgun [C#m] raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [E] never too [C#] late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, [F#] you can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] Oh gee, _ you can [C#] fuck around and find out.
They looking for me, well they [F#] know where to find me.
I'll be half drunk, strapped up in a [G#] white tee, I can show you if it's [F#] needed.
When you see it, you'll believe it, if you don't love it, you can leave it.
Michael [D#] Jackson, you can [C#] be it.
F-A [F#]-M-O, I teach you how this game go.
Different joints, same smoke, wake up wear the [C#] same clothes.
Real [G#] redneck, I'm a piece of white [F#] trash.
Blue collar boy, but my [C#] lady's high class.
Got the music way up loud with a cigar in my mouth.
[F#] Fuck around and come find out how we do it in the [C#] south.
Ain't saying nothing but you run in that mouth, I'll never take a hand out on two damn crack.
I'm a [F#] son of the dirt south, with a truck seat high and these straight pipes [C#] loud.
This [G#] land, land of [F#] freedom, double barrels in [C#] case we need it.
Man up, or sit your ass [F#] down.
We done talking, fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my [C#m] country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [E] I gonna [C#] need.
Shotgun rays from the woods to the [F#] plate.
Ain't never went hungry, ain't never too [C#] late.
So come around here son, run in your [F#] mouth.
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
_ [G#] _
_ You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[F#] I _ _ _ [C#] love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [C#m] I don't [C#] need.
Shotgun raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [C#] never too late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, you can [C#m] fuck around and find out.
_ [G#] _
_ [A#m] _ You can [C#] fuck around and find out.
You may make it through the snakes, snares and [F#] alligators, but once you get to the gate,
you can't depend on your ways, cause you'll be over your [F#] jitter.
I'm talking growing tomatoes, feeding the worms, I [C#] fish with flavor.
I'll have a fish stick plate over a six foot grave, [F#] before I take a knee as our [C#] end plays.
My hands on my heart, [G#] I stand on what I say, [F#] and my second amendment handles what I can.
[C#] I ain't trying to be Billy Badass or Tom Sheehan, [F#] I'm just saying, there's the line, [C#m] don't cross it.
I got a [C#] red rider gun when I was three, [F#] so I don't run or hide from anything.
[C#] Bitch I'm a red, white and [G#] blue collar boy from the [F#] south.
You can [B] fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck a welfare, no I don't [C#] need em.
Shotgun [C#m] raids from the woods to the [F#] plate, ain't never went hungry, ain't [E] never too [C#] late.
Come around here son, run in your mouth, [F#] you can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] Oh gee, _ you can [C#] fuck around and find out.
They looking for me, well they [F#] know where to find me.
I'll be half drunk, strapped up in a [G#] white tee, I can show you if it's [F#] needed.
When you see it, you'll believe it, if you don't love it, you can leave it.
Michael [D#] Jackson, you can [C#] be it.
F-A [F#]-M-O, I teach you how this game go.
Different joints, same smoke, wake up wear the [C#] same clothes.
Real [G#] redneck, I'm a piece of white [F#] trash.
Blue collar boy, but my [C#] lady's high class.
Got the music way up loud with a cigar in my mouth.
[F#] Fuck around and come find out how we do it in the [C#] south.
Ain't saying nothing but you run in that mouth, I'll never take a hand out on two damn crack.
I'm a [F#] son of the dirt south, with a truck seat high and these straight pipes [C#] loud.
This [G#] land, land of [F#] freedom, double barrels in [C#] case we need it.
Man up, or sit your ass [F#] down.
We done talking, fuck around and [C#] find out.
Love my [C#m] country, love my [F#] freedom, fuck the welfare and all [E] I gonna [C#] need.
Shotgun rays from the woods to the [F#] plate.
Ain't never went hungry, ain't never too [C#] late.
So come around here son, run in your [F#] mouth.
You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
_ [G#] _
_ You can fuck [C#m] around and find out.
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
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