Chords for Moccasin Creek - Porch Honky (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
81.975 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
G
F
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [F]
[Cm]
[E] [N]
[D] [C]
[D]
[C]
[D] [D] Oh, chunky, I've been long to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swang, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need's a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C]
[D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time.
One, two, three!
One day [D] at a time.
Oh, chunky, I'm sitting on my porch swing, waiting on that [C] sunset the head of Kayak [D] sang.
But in the meantime, it's [C] the same [D] routine.
Sweet tea in my beat up jeans, Charlie Pontus on the six string,
picking [C] the tunes, [D] Craigie [A#] Stone's doing his [B] thing, [D] skinning the coons.
Dogs on the porch laid out by my feet, and everybody's hair starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us, [C] kind of funny, [D] just some old poor thompsons [F] ain't got [D] no money.
Crops in the back yard, chickens in the front, slingshot shooting beer [Am] cans off that stump.
[D] And the black smoke coming from the smoker, [C] dinner [D] time's close,
everybody's high, hanging right on the pole.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we [C] keep it funky,
[D] that's the definition [F] of 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's a big old glass of cold sweet [E] tea.
Oh, chunky, [D] doing fine, living life one day [G] at a time.
One, two, three, [C] one [D] day at a time.
Hanging out, I ain't gotta [C] do a damn [D] thing,
but sit right here all day on my porch swing.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it [C] with my [D] homie.
Might get drunk and start acting like a donkey.
Bodies in creak, feet bare [C] like my [D] pocket.
Conners on the porch, and they shoot the bottle rocket.
CD3 is humming us a brand new song.
He said, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
[D] Yeah, we're front porch, two on roof, covered in tin.
The sun is [C#] beating down on my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is [C] never flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot it high in the sky.
Nobody asked why, they just looked [C] and grinned.
[D] Yeah, them old porch homies, [G] man, they're at it [C] again.
[D] 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 [C] I [D] need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, [C] doing [D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time.
One day [D] at a time.
[C]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] All day long.
[C]
[D] [E] All [D] day long.
All [C]
[D] [C]
[D] day long.
[G] Oh, chunky, doing fine, living [D] life one day at a time.
[C]
[D] [Gm] One day at a [D] time.
[N]
[Cm]
[E] [N]
[D] [C]
[D]
[C]
[D] [D] Oh, chunky, I've been long to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swang, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need's a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C]
[D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time.
One, two, three!
One day [D] at a time.
Oh, chunky, I'm sitting on my porch swing, waiting on that [C] sunset the head of Kayak [D] sang.
But in the meantime, it's [C] the same [D] routine.
Sweet tea in my beat up jeans, Charlie Pontus on the six string,
picking [C] the tunes, [D] Craigie [A#] Stone's doing his [B] thing, [D] skinning the coons.
Dogs on the porch laid out by my feet, and everybody's hair starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us, [C] kind of funny, [D] just some old poor thompsons [F] ain't got [D] no money.
Crops in the back yard, chickens in the front, slingshot shooting beer [Am] cans off that stump.
[D] And the black smoke coming from the smoker, [C] dinner [D] time's close,
everybody's high, hanging right on the pole.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we [C] keep it funky,
[D] that's the definition [F] of 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's a big old glass of cold sweet [E] tea.
Oh, chunky, [D] doing fine, living life one day [G] at a time.
One, two, three, [C] one [D] day at a time.
Hanging out, I ain't gotta [C] do a damn [D] thing,
but sit right here all day on my porch swing.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it [C] with my [D] homie.
Might get drunk and start acting like a donkey.
Bodies in creak, feet bare [C] like my [D] pocket.
Conners on the porch, and they shoot the bottle rocket.
CD3 is humming us a brand new song.
He said, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
[D] Yeah, we're front porch, two on roof, covered in tin.
The sun is [C#] beating down on my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is [C] never flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot it high in the sky.
Nobody asked why, they just looked [C] and grinned.
[D] Yeah, them old porch homies, [G] man, they're at it [C] again.
[D] 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 [C] I [D] need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, [C] doing [D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time.
One day [D] at a time.
[C]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] All day long.
[C]
[D] [E] All [D] day long.
All [C]
[D] [C]
[D] day long.
[G] Oh, chunky, doing fine, living [D] life one day at a time.
[C]
[D] [Gm] One day at a [D] time.
[N]
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[D] _ _ _ [D] _ Oh, chunky, I've been long to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swang, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need's a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C]
[D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time. _ _ _
One, two, three!
One day [D] at a time.
Oh, chunky, I'm sitting on my porch swing, waiting on that [C] sunset the head of Kayak [D] sang.
But in the meantime, it's [C] the same [D] routine.
Sweet tea in my beat up jeans, Charlie Pontus on the six string,
picking [C] the tunes, [D] Craigie [A#] Stone's doing his [B] thing, [D] skinning the coons.
Dogs on the porch laid out by my feet, and everybody's hair starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us, [C] kind of funny, [D] just some old poor thompsons [F] ain't got [D] no money.
Crops in the back yard, chickens in the front, slingshot shooting beer [Am] cans off that stump.
[D] And the black smoke coming from the smoker, [C] dinner [D] time's close,
everybody's high, hanging right on the pole.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we [C] keep it funky,
[D] that's the definition [F] of 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's a big old glass of cold sweet [E] tea.
Oh, chunky, [D] doing fine, living life one day [G] at a time. _ _ _
One, two, three, [C] one [D] day at a time.
Hanging out, I ain't gotta [C] do a damn [D] thing,
but sit right here all day on my porch swing.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it [C] with my [D] homie.
Might get drunk and start acting like a donkey.
Bodies in creak, feet bare [C] like my [D] pocket.
Conners on the porch, and they shoot the bottle rocket.
CD3 is humming us a brand new song.
He said, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
[D] Yeah, we're front porch, two on roof, covered in tin.
The sun is [C#] beating down on my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is [C] never flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot it high in the sky.
Nobody asked why, they just looked [C] and grinned.
[D] Yeah, them old porch homies, [G] man, they're at it [C] again.
[D] 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 [C] I [D] need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, [C] doing [D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time. _ _ _
_ _ One day [D] at a time.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[D] _ All day long.
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[D] _ [E] All [D] day long.
All [C] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ day long.
[G] Oh, chunky, doing fine, living [D] life one day at a time.
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[D] _ _ [Gm] One day at a [D] time. _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [D] _ Oh, chunky, I've been long to sit on my porch all day long.
Oh, chunky, and my swang, and I ain't worried about a thing.
Oh, chunky, all I need's a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, doing [C]
[D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time. _ _ _
One, two, three!
One day [D] at a time.
Oh, chunky, I'm sitting on my porch swing, waiting on that [C] sunset the head of Kayak [D] sang.
But in the meantime, it's [C] the same [D] routine.
Sweet tea in my beat up jeans, Charlie Pontus on the six string,
picking [C] the tunes, [D] Craigie [A#] Stone's doing his [B] thing, [D] skinning the coons.
Dogs on the porch laid out by my feet, and everybody's hair starts bobbing to the beat.
Cars drive by, looking at us, [C] kind of funny, [D] just some old poor thompsons [F] ain't got [D] no money.
Crops in the back yard, chickens in the front, slingshot shooting beer [Am] cans off that stump.
[D] And the black smoke coming from the smoker, [C] dinner [D] time's close,
everybody's high, hanging right on the pole.
Kick back, rock a chair, yeah, we [C] keep it funky,
[D] that's the definition [F] of 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's a big old glass of cold sweet [E] tea.
Oh, chunky, [D] doing fine, living life one day [G] at a time. _ _ _
One, two, three, [C] one [D] day at a time.
Hanging out, I ain't gotta [C] do a damn [D] thing,
but sit right here all day on my porch swing.
Drink a few, take a chew, kick it [C] with my [D] homie.
Might get drunk and start acting like a donkey.
Bodies in creak, feet bare [C] like my [D] pocket.
Conners on the porch, and they shoot the bottle rocket.
CD3 is humming us a brand new song.
He said, yeah, it won't be long until we wake up in the morning and we do it [C] again.
[D] Yeah, we're front porch, two on roof, covered in tin.
The sun is [C#] beating down on my cowboy hat.
My voice is getting hoarse, my beer is [C] never flat.
[D] I'm looking for my rifle, I found my .45.
I raised it in the air, shot it high in the sky.
Nobody asked why, they just looked [C] and grinned.
[D] Yeah, them old porch homies, [G] man, they're at it [C] again.
[D] 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 [C] I [D] need is a big old glass of cold sweet tea.
Oh, chunky, [C] doing [D] fine, living life one [G] day at a time. _ _ _
_ _ One day [D] at a time.
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[D] _ All day long.
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[D] _ [E] All [D] day long.
All [C] _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ day long.
[G] Oh, chunky, doing fine, living [D] life one day at a time.
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[D] _ _ [Gm] One day at a [D] time. _ _
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