Chords for Charlie Farley - Where I'm From (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
144 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A] [D]
Where I'm from, me and my boys we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, hot scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah, [A] run it
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [D] I'm [A] from, where [D] I'm from.
Hop in, let me take you right into the [Bm] dirt that raised me, [A] ain't no place amazing as mine.
[D] You see that water tower, well I spent a lot of hours under it, stealing kisses from that
girl at night.
Hold on, we can bow to miles crossing, but we're drinking, farting, raised [A] hell till
the cop shuts down.
[D] We crank that radio, when they both throw each other in the [Bm] river, man it's a [A] miracle
that [D] none of us drown.
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside of Deacon Lake on [A] 80,000 during [Dm] the rut.
And I [G] think of my [D] first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle, ain't [A] nothing like
the smells of it.
Where [D] I'm from, me and my boys we have a [Bm] good time, everybody's [Am] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, high scars tell stories about the past, [Bm] and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [A] I'm from, where [D] I'm from.
We're all just blue collar folks, working harder for a dollar [Bm] than most, going for [A] broke,
just hoping to get ahead.
Got [D] a couple kids that need to be fed, trying to keep a roof over our heads, but we don't
get depressed, cause we know we're blessed to live out here.
When we shoot deer, the shine's clear and the beer's light.
If you wanna see this place [A] come to life, come downtown on a Friday night.
[D] Them lights on that football field transform boys into [Bm] men.
A state ring means a [A] legacy no [D] one will soon forget.
Those railroad tracks run past my granny's [Bm] house, and every Sunday [A] evening while we're
eating, [D] it'll come [G] around blowing that home.
[D]
Ain't nothing [A] like them sounds of, where [D] I'm from.
Me and my boys, we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
[D] Where I'm from, higher scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [A] I'm from, where [D] I'm from.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[Bm] [A]
[A] [D]
Where I'm from, me and my boys we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, hot scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah, [A] run it
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [D] I'm [A] from, where [D] I'm from.
Hop in, let me take you right into the [Bm] dirt that raised me, [A] ain't no place amazing as mine.
[D] You see that water tower, well I spent a lot of hours under it, stealing kisses from that
girl at night.
Hold on, we can bow to miles crossing, but we're drinking, farting, raised [A] hell till
the cop shuts down.
[D] We crank that radio, when they both throw each other in the [Bm] river, man it's a [A] miracle
that [D] none of us drown.
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside of Deacon Lake on [A] 80,000 during [Dm] the rut.
And I [G] think of my [D] first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle, ain't [A] nothing like
the smells of it.
Where [D] I'm from, me and my boys we have a [Bm] good time, everybody's [Am] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, high scars tell stories about the past, [Bm] and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [A] I'm from, where [D] I'm from.
We're all just blue collar folks, working harder for a dollar [Bm] than most, going for [A] broke,
just hoping to get ahead.
Got [D] a couple kids that need to be fed, trying to keep a roof over our heads, but we don't
get depressed, cause we know we're blessed to live out here.
When we shoot deer, the shine's clear and the beer's light.
If you wanna see this place [A] come to life, come downtown on a Friday night.
[D] Them lights on that football field transform boys into [Bm] men.
A state ring means a [A] legacy no [D] one will soon forget.
Those railroad tracks run past my granny's [Bm] house, and every Sunday [A] evening while we're
eating, [D] it'll come [G] around blowing that home.
[D]
Ain't nothing [A] like them sounds of, where [D] I'm from.
Me and my boys, we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
[D] Where I'm from, higher scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm from, where [A] I'm from, where [D] I'm from.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[Bm] [A]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Where I'm from, me and my boys we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, hot scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah, [A] run it
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [D] I'm [A] from, _ _ _ where [D] I'm from.
Hop in, let me take you right into the [Bm] dirt that raised me, [A] ain't no place amazing as mine.
[D] You see that water tower, well I spent a lot of hours under it, stealing kisses from that
girl at night.
Hold on, we can bow to miles crossing, but we're drinking, farting, raised [A] hell till
the cop shuts down.
[D] We crank that radio, when they both throw each other in the [Bm] river, man it's a [A] miracle
that [D] none of us drown.
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside of Deacon Lake on [A] 80,000 during [Dm] the rut.
And I [G] think of my [D] first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle, ain't [A] nothing like
the smells of it.
Where [D] I'm from, me and my boys we have a [Bm] good time, everybody's [Am] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, high scars tell stories about the past, [Bm] and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [A] I'm from, _ _ _ where [D] I'm from.
We're all just blue collar folks, working harder for a dollar [Bm] than most, going for [A] broke,
just hoping to get ahead.
Got [D] a couple kids that need to be fed, trying to keep a roof over our heads, but we don't
get depressed, cause we know we're blessed to live out here.
When we shoot deer, the shine's clear and the beer's light.
If you wanna see this place [A] come to life, come downtown on a Friday night.
[D] Them lights on that football field transform boys into [Bm] men.
A state ring means a [A] legacy no [D] one will soon forget.
Those railroad tracks run past my granny's [Bm] house, and every Sunday [A] evening while we're
eating, [D] it'll come [G] around blowing that home.
_ _ _ [D] _
Ain't nothing [A] like them sounds of, where [D] I'm from.
Me and my boys, we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
[D] Where I'm from, higher scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [A] I'm _ from, _ _ where [D] I'm from. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Where I'm from, me and my boys we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, hot scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah, [A] run it
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [D] I'm [A] from, _ _ _ where [D] I'm from.
Hop in, let me take you right into the [Bm] dirt that raised me, [A] ain't no place amazing as mine.
[D] You see that water tower, well I spent a lot of hours under it, stealing kisses from that
girl at night.
Hold on, we can bow to miles crossing, but we're drinking, farting, raised [A] hell till
the cop shuts down.
[D] We crank that radio, when they both throw each other in the [Bm] river, man it's a [A] miracle
that [D] none of us drown.
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside of Deacon Lake on [A] 80,000 during [Dm] the rut.
And I [G] think of my [D] first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle, ain't [A] nothing like
the smells of it.
Where [D] I'm from, me and my boys we have a [Bm] good time, everybody's [Am] trying to make a living.
Where [D] I'm from, high scars tell stories about the past, [Bm] and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [A] I'm from, _ _ _ where [D] I'm from.
We're all just blue collar folks, working harder for a dollar [Bm] than most, going for [A] broke,
just hoping to get ahead.
Got [D] a couple kids that need to be fed, trying to keep a roof over our heads, but we don't
get depressed, cause we know we're blessed to live out here.
When we shoot deer, the shine's clear and the beer's light.
If you wanna see this place [A] come to life, come downtown on a Friday night.
[D] Them lights on that football field transform boys into [Bm] men.
A state ring means a [A] legacy no [D] one will soon forget.
Those railroad tracks run past my granny's [Bm] house, and every Sunday [A] evening while we're
eating, [D] it'll come [G] around blowing that home.
_ _ _ [D] _
Ain't nothing [A] like them sounds of, where [D] I'm from.
Me and my boys, we have a good [Bm] time, everybody's [A] trying to make a living.
[D] Where I'm from, higher scars tell stories about the [Bm] past, and bad decisions, yeah [A] probably
cause we didn't listen.
[D] Where I'm from, mama knows best, trying to walk [Bm] the dirt road to [A] lord's place.
Where [G] I'm _ from, _ _ where [A] I'm _ from, _ _ where [D] I'm from. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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