Chords for MOCCASIN CREEK - "Porch Honky" 2014 with CB3 / Charlie Bonnet III - COUNTRY RAP / HICK HOP
Tempo:
81.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
G
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
Oh, chunky, I've [C] been known [D] to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
One, two, three.
One day at [D] a time.
My porch all day long, sitting on [C] my porch [D] swing.
Waiting on that sunset [Ab] to hear the coyotes [D] sing.
But in the meantime, it's the [C] same routine.
[D] Sweet tea in my beat up jeans.
Charlie Bonnets on the six string picking a [C] tune.
Tracy [D] Stone's doing the same skin in her goon.
Dogs on the porch laid out by [C] my feet.
[D] And everybody's head starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us kind of funny.
Just some old poor chumps ain't got no money.
Crops in the backyard, chickens in the front.
Slingshot shooting beer cans off that stone.
And the black smoke coming from the smoker.
For dinner [C] [D] time's close, yesterday's high hanging right on the post.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we keep [C] it funky.
[D] That's the definition of [F] an old [D] porch chunky.
Oh, chunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
One, two, three, one [C] day at [D] a time.
Hanging out, I ain't got to do a [C] damn thing.
[D] I sit right here all day on my porch, swinging.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it with [C] my homies.
[D] Might get drunk and start acting like a donk.
Bikers and creeps, feet bare like [C] my pock.
[D] Conners on the porch, and they shooting bottle rock.
CB3 is humming us a brand new song.
We say, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
Yeah, [D] we're front porch, [Bm] pool and roof [D] covered in tin.
The sun is beating down on [N] my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is never [C] flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot [C] it high in the sky.
[D] Nobody asked why, they just looked and [C] grinned.
Yeah, [D] them old porch hunks, man, [Dm] they're at it [C] again.
[D] Porch hunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Porch hunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Porch hunky, all I [C] need is [D] a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Porch hunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one [G] day at a time.
One day at a [D] time.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D] All day long.
[C] [D] All day long.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
Porch [E] hunky, doing fine, [D] living life one day at a time.
[C] [D] [Ab] One day at
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
Oh, chunky, I've [C] been known [D] to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
One, two, three.
One day at [D] a time.
My porch all day long, sitting on [C] my porch [D] swing.
Waiting on that sunset [Ab] to hear the coyotes [D] sing.
But in the meantime, it's the [C] same routine.
[D] Sweet tea in my beat up jeans.
Charlie Bonnets on the six string picking a [C] tune.
Tracy [D] Stone's doing the same skin in her goon.
Dogs on the porch laid out by [C] my feet.
[D] And everybody's head starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us kind of funny.
Just some old poor chumps ain't got no money.
Crops in the backyard, chickens in the front.
Slingshot shooting beer cans off that stone.
And the black smoke coming from the smoker.
For dinner [C] [D] time's close, yesterday's high hanging right on the post.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we keep [C] it funky.
[D] That's the definition of [F] an old [D] porch chunky.
Oh, chunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
One, two, three, one [C] day at [D] a time.
Hanging out, I ain't got to do a [C] damn thing.
[D] I sit right here all day on my porch, swinging.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it with [C] my homies.
[D] Might get drunk and start acting like a donk.
Bikers and creeps, feet bare like [C] my pock.
[D] Conners on the porch, and they shooting bottle rock.
CB3 is humming us a brand new song.
We say, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
Yeah, [D] we're front porch, [Bm] pool and roof [D] covered in tin.
The sun is beating down on [N] my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is never [C] flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot [C] it high in the sky.
[D] Nobody asked why, they just looked and [C] grinned.
Yeah, [D] them old porch hunks, man, [Dm] they're at it [C] again.
[D] Porch hunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Porch hunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Porch hunky, all I [C] need is [D] a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Porch hunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one [G] day at a time.
One day at a [D] time.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D] All day long.
[C] [D] All day long.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
Porch [E] hunky, doing fine, [D] living life one day at a time.
[C] [D] [Ab] One day at
Key:
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Oh, chunky, I've [C] been known [D] to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
_ _ _ One, two, three.
One day at [D] a time.
My porch all day long, sitting on [C] my porch [D] swing.
Waiting on that sunset [Ab] to hear the coyotes [D] sing.
But in the meantime, it's the [C] same routine.
[D] Sweet tea in my beat up jeans.
Charlie Bonnets on the six string picking a [C] tune.
Tracy [D] Stone's doing the same skin in her goon.
Dogs on the porch laid out by [C] my feet.
[D] And everybody's head starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us kind of funny.
Just some old poor chumps ain't got no money.
Crops in the backyard, chickens in the front.
Slingshot shooting beer cans off that stone.
And the black smoke coming from the smoker.
For dinner [C] [D] time's close, yesterday's high hanging right on the post.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we keep [C] it funky.
[D] That's the definition of [F] an old [D] porch chunky.
Oh, chunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
_ _ One, two, three, one [C] day at [D] a time.
Hanging out, I ain't got to do a [C] damn thing.
[D] I sit right here all day on my porch, swinging.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it with [C] my homies.
[D] Might get drunk and start acting like a donk.
Bikers and creeps, feet bare like [C] my pock.
[D] Conners on the porch, and they shooting bottle rock.
CB3 is humming us a brand new song.
We say, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
Yeah, [D] we're front porch, [Bm] pool and roof [D] covered in tin.
The sun is beating down on [N] my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is never [C] flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot [C] it high in the sky.
[D] Nobody asked why, they just looked and [C] grinned.
Yeah, [D] them old porch hunks, man, [Dm] they're at it [C] again.
[D] Porch hunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Porch hunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Porch hunky, all I [C] need is [D] a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Porch hunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one [G] day at a time.
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_ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ All day long.
_ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ All day long.
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Porch [E] hunky, doing fine, [D] living life one day at a time.
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Oh, chunky, I've [C] been known [D] to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
_ _ _ One, two, three.
One day at [D] a time.
My porch all day long, sitting on [C] my porch [D] swing.
Waiting on that sunset [Ab] to hear the coyotes [D] sing.
But in the meantime, it's the [C] same routine.
[D] Sweet tea in my beat up jeans.
Charlie Bonnets on the six string picking a [C] tune.
Tracy [D] Stone's doing the same skin in her goon.
Dogs on the porch laid out by [C] my feet.
[D] And everybody's head starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us kind of funny.
Just some old poor chumps ain't got no money.
Crops in the backyard, chickens in the front.
Slingshot shooting beer cans off that stone.
And the black smoke coming from the smoker.
For dinner [C] [D] time's close, yesterday's high hanging right on the post.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we keep [C] it funky.
[D] That's the definition of [F] an old [D] porch chunky.
Oh, chunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one day at [G] a time.
_ _ One, two, three, one [C] day at [D] a time.
Hanging out, I ain't got to do a [C] damn thing.
[D] I sit right here all day on my porch, swinging.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it with [C] my homies.
[D] Might get drunk and start acting like a donk.
Bikers and creeps, feet bare like [C] my pock.
[D] Conners on the porch, and they shooting bottle rock.
CB3 is humming us a brand new song.
We say, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
Yeah, [D] we're front porch, [Bm] pool and roof [D] covered in tin.
The sun is beating down on [N] my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is never [C] flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot [C] it high in the sky.
[D] Nobody asked why, they just looked and [C] grinned.
Yeah, [D] them old porch hunks, man, [Dm] they're at it [C] again.
[D] Porch hunky, I've been on the sit on my porch all day long.
Porch hunky, in my swing, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Porch hunky, all I [C] need is [D] a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Porch hunky, doing [C] fine, [D] living life one [G] day at a time.
_ _ _ _ _ One day at a [D] time.
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_ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ All day long.
_ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ All day long.
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_ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ _ _
Porch [E] hunky, doing fine, [D] living life one day at a time.
_ _ [C] _ [D] _ [Ab] One day at