Chords for Gangstagrass - Home - 3/13/2018 - Paste Studios - New York - NY
Tempo:
85.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A] to the place where I used to [D] be from.
[A] Holdin' back to the place that [D] kept my heart young.
[A] And the yellow grasslands, rock the mountainside.
[D]
[A] Where the red trees grow, and the clear [D] mountain sky.
[A] Going home.
[D] Going home.
[A] Going home.
[D] Going home.
Home.
[A] My home's a place that like when me up and burn move down.
The home of that true gambling up moves [D] down.
Where truth is found in every pound of defeat.
And every word that we speak still resounds in the [A] street.
Philly love, peace to MB for making it live.
Mike Schmidt, Gary Maddox, and Big [D] Rod.
The Broad Street Police, the gang green defense.
World Champ Eagles in their [A] 17th season.
Creation of the voice of reason, Philly gets the credit.
Invented to my city and I'll never forget [D] it.
From Mount Airy, a legend in the midst of creation.
With enough tracks [B] to link up 30th Street [A] Station.
Beat blazing, bringing [A] heat like cremation.
Or 10,000 junkies in a [D] room freebasing.
It's history we're making, anywhere there's a session.
Instantly becomes hallowed ground like the spectrum in my home.
Where the hilly hills [D] melt the springtime snow.
[A] Where the ones that glow are the ones that [D] have it all.
[A] Leaving all that's bad for one to love.
Leaving all that's bad, cause I'm feeling fine.
I'm feeling [D] fine.
[A] I'm feeling [D] fine.
[A] I'm feeling fine.
[D]
[A] I'm feeling fine.
[D]
[B] [A]
[D] [A]
Born and raised in the home of the brave.
Land of the free, great, great, great [D] grandson of a slave.
Name stolen since the day that we came.
And packed ships, naked, covered when they lay in the [A] grave.
Nah, I take what was rightfully mine.
My 40 acres start here, you standing [D] right on the line.
So if you trespass, feel the [B] wrath that I unleash.
Get incinerated by the blast of the sun's heat.
And I don't think they make [A] an SPF.
It's alchemical that's high enough to save you.
Yeah, [A] if you ain't about to give it, I'ma take respect.
A quick, flat whip laugh that could break your neck.
The plot thickens, situation serious as cancer.
I ask the questions, they scared of the answers.
So they distract us and stay making plans to act on us in [D] so many ways you can't imagine.
That's why I stay on the mission to get knowledge.
It's all politic and it's getting about [D] dollars.
They pop collars all day, but I ain't gotta play that way.
That's all that I gotta [A] say in my home.
I'm feeling fine.
[D] I'm feeling fine.
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[A]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A] to the place where I used to [D] be from.
[A] Holdin' back to the place that [D] kept my heart young.
[A] And the yellow grasslands, rock the mountainside.
[D]
[A] Where the red trees grow, and the clear [D] mountain sky.
[A] Going home.
[D] Going home.
[A] Going home.
[D] Going home.
Home.
[A] My home's a place that like when me up and burn move down.
The home of that true gambling up moves [D] down.
Where truth is found in every pound of defeat.
And every word that we speak still resounds in the [A] street.
Philly love, peace to MB for making it live.
Mike Schmidt, Gary Maddox, and Big [D] Rod.
The Broad Street Police, the gang green defense.
World Champ Eagles in their [A] 17th season.
Creation of the voice of reason, Philly gets the credit.
Invented to my city and I'll never forget [D] it.
From Mount Airy, a legend in the midst of creation.
With enough tracks [B] to link up 30th Street [A] Station.
Beat blazing, bringing [A] heat like cremation.
Or 10,000 junkies in a [D] room freebasing.
It's history we're making, anywhere there's a session.
Instantly becomes hallowed ground like the spectrum in my home.
Where the hilly hills [D] melt the springtime snow.
[A] Where the ones that glow are the ones that [D] have it all.
[A] Leaving all that's bad for one to love.
Leaving all that's bad, cause I'm feeling fine.
I'm feeling [D] fine.
[A] I'm feeling [D] fine.
[A] I'm feeling fine.
[D]
[A] I'm feeling fine.
[D]
[B] [A]
[D] [A]
Born and raised in the home of the brave.
Land of the free, great, great, great [D] grandson of a slave.
Name stolen since the day that we came.
And packed ships, naked, covered when they lay in the [A] grave.
Nah, I take what was rightfully mine.
My 40 acres start here, you standing [D] right on the line.
So if you trespass, feel the [B] wrath that I unleash.
Get incinerated by the blast of the sun's heat.
And I don't think they make [A] an SPF.
It's alchemical that's high enough to save you.
Yeah, [A] if you ain't about to give it, I'ma take respect.
A quick, flat whip laugh that could break your neck.
The plot thickens, situation serious as cancer.
I ask the questions, they scared of the answers.
So they distract us and stay making plans to act on us in [D] so many ways you can't imagine.
That's why I stay on the mission to get knowledge.
It's all politic and it's getting about [D] dollars.
They pop collars all day, but I ain't gotta play that way.
That's all that I gotta [A] say in my home.
I'm feeling fine.
[D] I'm feeling fine.
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[A]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[D]
Key:
D
A
B
D
A
B
D
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ to the place where I used to [D] be from. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Holdin' back to the place that [D] kept my heart young. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] And the yellow _ grasslands, rock the mountainside.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Where the red trees grow, and the clear [D] mountain sky. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Going home. _
_ _ _ _ [D] Going home. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Going home. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Going home.
Home.
_ [A] My home's a place that like when me up and burn move down.
The home of that true gambling up moves [D] down.
Where truth is found in every pound of defeat.
And every word that we speak still resounds in the [A] street.
Philly love, peace to MB for making it live.
Mike Schmidt, Gary Maddox, and Big [D] Rod.
The Broad Street Police, the gang green defense.
World Champ Eagles in their [A] 17th season.
Creation of the voice of reason, Philly gets the credit.
Invented to my city and I'll never forget [D] it.
From Mount Airy, a legend in the midst of creation.
With enough tracks [B] to link up 30th Street [A] Station.
Beat blazing, bringing [A] heat like cremation.
Or 10,000 junkies in a [D] room freebasing.
It's history we're making, anywhere there's a session.
Instantly becomes hallowed ground like the spectrum in my home.
Where the hilly hills [D] melt the springtime snow. _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Where the ones that glow are the ones that [D] have it all. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Leaving all that's bad for one to love.
Leaving all that's bad, cause I'm feeling fine. _ _
_ _ I'm feeling [D] _ fine. _
_ _ _ _ [A] I'm _ _ _ _ feeling [D] _ _ fine.
_ _ _ [A] I'm feeling _ fine.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] I'm feeling fine. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ Born and raised in the home of the brave.
Land of the free, great, great, great [D] grandson of a slave.
Name stolen since the day that we came.
And packed ships, naked, covered when they lay in the [A] grave.
Nah, I take what was rightfully mine.
My 40 acres start here, you standing [D] right on the line.
So if you trespass, feel the [B] wrath that I unleash.
Get incinerated by the blast of the sun's heat.
And I don't think they make [A] an SPF.
It's alchemical that's high enough to save you.
Yeah, [A] if you ain't about to give it, I'ma take respect.
A quick, flat whip laugh that could break your neck.
The plot thickens, situation serious as cancer.
I ask the questions, they scared of the answers.
So they distract us and stay making plans to act on us in [D] so many ways you can't imagine.
That's why I stay on the mission to get knowledge.
It's all politic and it's getting about [D] dollars.
They pop collars all day, but I ain't gotta play that way.
That's all that I gotta [A] say in my home.
I'm feeling fine.
_ _ _ [D] I'm feeling fine. _
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[A] _ _ _
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ to the place where I used to [D] be from. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Holdin' back to the place that [D] kept my heart young. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] And the yellow _ grasslands, rock the mountainside.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Where the red trees grow, and the clear [D] mountain sky. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Going home. _
_ _ _ _ [D] Going home. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Going home. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Going home.
Home.
_ [A] My home's a place that like when me up and burn move down.
The home of that true gambling up moves [D] down.
Where truth is found in every pound of defeat.
And every word that we speak still resounds in the [A] street.
Philly love, peace to MB for making it live.
Mike Schmidt, Gary Maddox, and Big [D] Rod.
The Broad Street Police, the gang green defense.
World Champ Eagles in their [A] 17th season.
Creation of the voice of reason, Philly gets the credit.
Invented to my city and I'll never forget [D] it.
From Mount Airy, a legend in the midst of creation.
With enough tracks [B] to link up 30th Street [A] Station.
Beat blazing, bringing [A] heat like cremation.
Or 10,000 junkies in a [D] room freebasing.
It's history we're making, anywhere there's a session.
Instantly becomes hallowed ground like the spectrum in my home.
Where the hilly hills [D] melt the springtime snow. _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Where the ones that glow are the ones that [D] have it all. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Leaving all that's bad for one to love.
Leaving all that's bad, cause I'm feeling fine. _ _
_ _ I'm feeling [D] _ fine. _
_ _ _ _ [A] I'm _ _ _ _ feeling [D] _ _ fine.
_ _ _ [A] I'm feeling _ fine.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] I'm feeling fine. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ Born and raised in the home of the brave.
Land of the free, great, great, great [D] grandson of a slave.
Name stolen since the day that we came.
And packed ships, naked, covered when they lay in the [A] grave.
Nah, I take what was rightfully mine.
My 40 acres start here, you standing [D] right on the line.
So if you trespass, feel the [B] wrath that I unleash.
Get incinerated by the blast of the sun's heat.
And I don't think they make [A] an SPF.
It's alchemical that's high enough to save you.
Yeah, [A] if you ain't about to give it, I'ma take respect.
A quick, flat whip laugh that could break your neck.
The plot thickens, situation serious as cancer.
I ask the questions, they scared of the answers.
So they distract us and stay making plans to act on us in [D] so many ways you can't imagine.
That's why I stay on the mission to get knowledge.
It's all politic and it's getting about [D] dollars.
They pop collars all day, but I ain't gotta play that way.
That's all that I gotta [A] say in my home.
I'm feeling fine.
_ _ _ [D] I'm feeling fine. _
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[A] _ _ _
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _