Chords for drive-by truckers - love like this (album version)
Tempo:
106.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
All right, [D] here we go.
[Bm] [A] [F#m]
[D]
[A]
[G]
[A] [D]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[G]
And I can't wait to see, [D] see how your week [Bm] is gone.
And [E] tear into old number seven and make love [A] till dawn.
[F#m]
[A]
But your mama, she'll be calling.
[G] If she ain't knocking [D] on the door.
[A]
And it won't take me long to remember [G] what a broad lot of women [D] are for.
[G] And we'll all get to fight [F#m]
[D] just [Bm] like we always do.
[E] Saturday morning, I'll be singing [A] these blues.
[B]
[A]
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on [F#m] again.
[D] One blood on my head, [Bm] one on me.
[G] [A]
Nothing to cover up [D] with.
[Bm]
[G] Got me real dope.
[A]
And I must admit, [D] black birdie mean [F#m] punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's changed the world.
Most [A]
don't ever know love [D] like this.
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[A]
Come Monday morning, [G] I'll be sorted fairly [D]
well.
[A]
Custom got in America.
[F#m]
[G] Thinking them boys just to send [D] me on to hell.
[G] But the boss don't want no excuse.
[D] When it comes [F#m] time to get [Bm] on the club
[E] without that peace check.
I'd [A] lose the rest [D] of [A] what sweet love I got.
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on again.
[D]
One blood on [F#m] my [Bm] head, one on my chin.
And on [G] the hall floor,
[A] nothing to [D]
cover up with.
You [G] got me real good, girl.
[A]
I must admit, [D]
birdie [F#m] mean punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's changed the world.
Most [A]
don't [D] ever know love like this.
[Bm]
It's [G] changed the world.
[A] Most don't ever know love [D] like this.
[A]
[D]
[Em] [D]
[Bm] [A] [F#m]
[D]
[A]
[G]
[A] [D]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[G]
And I can't wait to see, [D] see how your week [Bm] is gone.
And [E] tear into old number seven and make love [A] till dawn.
[F#m]
[A]
But your mama, she'll be calling.
[G] If she ain't knocking [D] on the door.
[A]
And it won't take me long to remember [G] what a broad lot of women [D] are for.
[G] And we'll all get to fight [F#m]
[D] just [Bm] like we always do.
[E] Saturday morning, I'll be singing [A] these blues.
[B]
[A]
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on [F#m] again.
[D] One blood on my head, [Bm] one on me.
[G] [A]
Nothing to cover up [D] with.
[Bm]
[G] Got me real dope.
[A]
And I must admit, [D] black birdie mean [F#m] punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's changed the world.
Most [A]
don't ever know love [D] like this.
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[A]
Come Monday morning, [G] I'll be sorted fairly [D]
well.
[A]
Custom got in America.
[F#m]
[G] Thinking them boys just to send [D] me on to hell.
[G] But the boss don't want no excuse.
[D] When it comes [F#m] time to get [Bm] on the club
[E] without that peace check.
I'd [A] lose the rest [D] of [A] what sweet love I got.
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on again.
[D]
One blood on [F#m] my [Bm] head, one on my chin.
And on [G] the hall floor,
[A] nothing to [D]
cover up with.
You [G] got me real good, girl.
[A]
I must admit, [D]
birdie [F#m] mean punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's changed the world.
Most [A]
don't [D] ever know love like this.
[Bm]
It's [G] changed the world.
[A] Most don't ever know love [D] like this.
[A]
[D]
[Em] [D]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
D
A
G
All right, [D] here we go. _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
And I can't wait to see, _ _ _ _ [D] see how your week [Bm] is gone.
_ _ And [E] tear _ into old number seven and make love [A] till dawn.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ But your mama, she'll be calling. _ _ _ _
[G] If she ain't knocking [D] on the _ door.
[A] _ _
_ And it won't take me long to remember [G] what a broad lot of women [D] are for. _ _ _
[G] _ And we'll all get to fight _ _ _ [F#m] _
[D] just [Bm] like we _ always do. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ Saturday morning, I'll be singing [A] these blues.
_ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on [F#m] again.
[D] One blood on my head, [Bm] one on me. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
Nothing to cover up [D] with. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] Got me real dope.
_ [A]
And I must admit, [D] black birdie mean [F#m] punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's _ changed the world.
Most [A]
don't ever know love [D] like this. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ Come Monday morning, _ _ _ [G] I'll be _ sorted fairly [D] _
well.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ Custom got in America.
_ _ _ [F#m] _
[G] Thinking them boys just to send [D] me on to hell. _ _ _
[G] _ _ But the boss don't want no excuse.
[D] When it comes [F#m] time to get [Bm] on the club _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ without that peace check.
_ I'd [A] lose the rest [D] of [A] what sweet love I got. _ _ _
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on again.
[D]
One blood on [F#m] my [Bm] head, one on my chin.
And on [G] the hall _ _ floor, _
[A] nothing to _ [D]
cover up with. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You [G] got me real good, girl.
[A]
I must admit, _ [D] _
birdie [F#m] mean punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's _ changed the world.
Most [A]
don't _ _ _ [D] ever know love like this.
_ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ It's [G] _ changed the world.
[A] Most don't ever know love [D] like this. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _
_ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
And I can't wait to see, _ _ _ _ [D] see how your week [Bm] is gone.
_ _ And [E] tear _ into old number seven and make love [A] till dawn.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ But your mama, she'll be calling. _ _ _ _
[G] If she ain't knocking [D] on the _ door.
[A] _ _
_ And it won't take me long to remember [G] what a broad lot of women [D] are for. _ _ _
[G] _ And we'll all get to fight _ _ _ [F#m] _
[D] just [Bm] like we _ always do. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ Saturday morning, I'll be singing [A] these blues.
_ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on [F#m] again.
[D] One blood on my head, [Bm] one on me. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
Nothing to cover up [D] with. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] Got me real dope.
_ [A]
And I must admit, [D] black birdie mean [F#m] punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's _ changed the world.
Most [A]
don't ever know love [D] like this. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ Come Monday morning, _ _ _ [G] I'll be _ sorted fairly [D] _
well.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ Custom got in America.
_ _ _ [F#m] _
[G] Thinking them boys just to send [D] me on to hell. _ _ _
[G] _ _ But the boss don't want no excuse.
[D] When it comes [F#m] time to get [Bm] on the club _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ without that peace check.
_ I'd [A] lose the rest [D] of [A] what sweet love I got. _ _ _
[G] Last night I slipped [A] my boots on again.
[D]
One blood on [F#m] my [Bm] head, one on my chin.
And on [G] the hall _ _ floor, _
[A] nothing to _ [D]
cover up with. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You [G] got me real good, girl.
[A]
I must admit, _ [D] _
birdie [F#m] mean punch.
[Bm] Such a pretty little bitch.
And [G] it's _ changed the world.
Most [A]
don't _ _ _ [D] ever know love like this.
_ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ It's [G] _ changed the world.
[A] Most don't ever know love [D] like this. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _