Chords for NU BREED - FLORIDA (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
Tempo:
76.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Dm
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[C] [G]
[D] I'm a voter, born and raised.
I let the sunshine lead [F] my way.
[G]
[D] I'm a voter, heaven's sake, I
pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G]
[D] I come from a place where most of us don't make it.
A
place in central Florida, better known as Lakeland.
I was born out there by Wabash.
At two years old, behold, [C] as to the green [G] swamp and the tall grass, rock ridge where
the swamp [D] was at.
Trail of trash, they called us that.
Thirty-two, but I'm all of that.
These backwoods is my habitat, old country boy in the Cadillac.
No palm trees, no peaches,
just cotton mops and leeches.
[C] Talking creatures [G] like these wild hogs that'll rip your ass
to [D] pieces.
That city like you could keep it.
Country raised, thank you Jesus.
Southern
bred, better believe it.
I'll never change, I pledge allegiance to you.
Humphoe County's
biggest secret, really living what I'm [G] speaking.
Never heard of new breed, well howdy, Rudy,
nice to meet [D] you.
Hey, these police around here, they don't play no games with you.
Let
them catch you with their work, they put you clean up out of business.
Now they got you
in the system, the county jail where you [C] living.
Better write [G] your mama, write your daughter,
tell them to come and visit.
[D] I'm from Florida, born and raised.
I let the sunshine [F] lead my
[G] ways.
[D] I'm from Florida, heaven's sake.
I pray to God [Dm] for better [G] days.
[D] It's hard as hell
to get love here, they love you more if you ain't from here.
It's a lot of guns, a lot
of thugs, a lot of sluts and drugs here.
I ain't talking bad, I'm talking facts.
I know
it's real, cause I [C] did all that, but [G] now I'd rather forget all that.
And I pray to God
to [D] forgive all that.
Daddy's in the pen, and mama's on the bench.
And no matter what she
did, the mama's still gonna get the kids.
Nine times out of ten, that's just the way
it [C] is.
[G] Down here in Florida, they gonna do your ass [D] in.
See I've been at the bottom,
cause I live at the bottom.
Gatin' booze, born to lose, it's hard to win at the bottom.
I fought addiction and overcame, you gotta be strong if you gon' [C] make it.
Ain't nobody
gonna [G] save you, see you come up, they gon' [D] hate it.
My granny taught me prayers, my daddy
taught me betrayal.
My uncle taught me love, and my mama showed me hell.
My heart showed
me pain, baby mama showed me [C] jail.
My kids gave me [G] life and taught me [Dm] how to find [D] myself.
Down in Florida, morning rain, I let the sunshine [F] lead my way.
[G]
[D]
[Dm] [G] [F]
[D] Down in Florida, morning rain, I let the sunshine [Dm] lead my way.
[G]
[D]
I pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] [Dm] [C] [D] [Dm]
[D] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [G]
[D] [Dm] [Bb]
[C] [G]
[D] I'm a voter, born and raised.
I let the sunshine lead [F] my way.
[G]
[D] I'm a voter, heaven's sake, I
pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G]
[D] I come from a place where most of us don't make it.
A
place in central Florida, better known as Lakeland.
I was born out there by Wabash.
At two years old, behold, [C] as to the green [G] swamp and the tall grass, rock ridge where
the swamp [D] was at.
Trail of trash, they called us that.
Thirty-two, but I'm all of that.
These backwoods is my habitat, old country boy in the Cadillac.
No palm trees, no peaches,
just cotton mops and leeches.
[C] Talking creatures [G] like these wild hogs that'll rip your ass
to [D] pieces.
That city like you could keep it.
Country raised, thank you Jesus.
Southern
bred, better believe it.
I'll never change, I pledge allegiance to you.
Humphoe County's
biggest secret, really living what I'm [G] speaking.
Never heard of new breed, well howdy, Rudy,
nice to meet [D] you.
Hey, these police around here, they don't play no games with you.
Let
them catch you with their work, they put you clean up out of business.
Now they got you
in the system, the county jail where you [C] living.
Better write [G] your mama, write your daughter,
tell them to come and visit.
[D] I'm from Florida, born and raised.
I let the sunshine [F] lead my
[G] ways.
[D] I'm from Florida, heaven's sake.
I pray to God [Dm] for better [G] days.
[D] It's hard as hell
to get love here, they love you more if you ain't from here.
It's a lot of guns, a lot
of thugs, a lot of sluts and drugs here.
I ain't talking bad, I'm talking facts.
I know
it's real, cause I [C] did all that, but [G] now I'd rather forget all that.
And I pray to God
to [D] forgive all that.
Daddy's in the pen, and mama's on the bench.
And no matter what she
did, the mama's still gonna get the kids.
Nine times out of ten, that's just the way
it [C] is.
[G] Down here in Florida, they gonna do your ass [D] in.
See I've been at the bottom,
cause I live at the bottom.
Gatin' booze, born to lose, it's hard to win at the bottom.
I fought addiction and overcame, you gotta be strong if you gon' [C] make it.
Ain't nobody
gonna [G] save you, see you come up, they gon' [D] hate it.
My granny taught me prayers, my daddy
taught me betrayal.
My uncle taught me love, and my mama showed me hell.
My heart showed
me pain, baby mama showed me [C] jail.
My kids gave me [G] life and taught me [Dm] how to find [D] myself.
Down in Florida, morning rain, I let the sunshine [F] lead my way.
[G]
[D]
[Dm] [G] [F]
[D] Down in Florida, morning rain, I let the sunshine [Dm] lead my way.
[G]
[D]
I pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] [Dm] [C] [D] [Dm]
[D] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [G]
[D] [Dm] [Bb]
Key:
D
G
Dm
C
F
D
G
Dm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
[D] I'm a voter, _ born and raised.
I let the sunshine lead [F] my way.
[G] _
[D] I'm a voter, _ heaven's sake, I
pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] _
[D] I come from a place where most of us don't make it.
A
place in central Florida, better known as Lakeland.
I was born out there by Wabash.
At two years old, behold, [C] as to the green [G] swamp and the tall grass, rock ridge where
the swamp [D] was at.
Trail of trash, they called us that.
Thirty-two, but I'm all of that.
These backwoods is my habitat, old country boy in the Cadillac.
No palm trees, no peaches,
just cotton mops and leeches.
[C] Talking creatures [G] like these wild hogs that'll rip your ass
to [D] pieces.
That city like you could keep it.
Country raised, thank you Jesus.
Southern
bred, better believe it.
I'll never change, I pledge allegiance to you.
Humphoe County's
biggest secret, really living what I'm [G] speaking.
Never heard of new breed, well howdy, Rudy,
nice to meet [D] you.
Hey, these police around here, they don't play no games with you.
Let
them catch you with their work, they put you clean up out of business.
Now they got you
in the system, the county jail where you [C] living.
Better write [G] your mama, write your daughter,
tell them to come and visit.
[D] I'm from Florida, _ born and raised. _
I let the sunshine _ [F] lead my
[G] ways.
[D] I'm from Florida, _ heaven's sake. _
I pray to God [Dm] for better [G] days.
[D] It's hard as hell
to get love here, they love you more if you ain't from here.
It's a lot of guns, a lot
of thugs, a lot of sluts and drugs here.
I ain't talking bad, I'm talking facts.
I know
it's real, cause I [C] did all that, but [G] now I'd rather forget all that.
And I pray to God
to [D] forgive all that.
Daddy's in the pen, and mama's on the bench.
And no matter what she
did, the mama's still gonna get the kids.
Nine times out of ten, that's just the way
it [C] is.
[G] Down here in Florida, they gonna do your ass [D] in.
See I've been at the bottom,
cause I live at the bottom.
Gatin' booze, born to lose, it's hard to win at the bottom.
I fought addiction and overcame, you gotta be strong if you gon' [C] make it.
Ain't nobody
gonna [G] save you, see you come up, they gon' [D] hate it.
My granny taught me prayers, my daddy
taught me betrayal.
My uncle taught me love, and my mama showed me hell.
My heart showed
me pain, baby mama showed me [C] jail.
My kids gave me [G] life and taught me [Dm] how to find [D] myself.
Down in Florida, _ morning rain, I let the sunshine _ [F] lead my way.
[G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [F]
[D] Down in Florida, morning _ _ rain, I let the sunshine [Dm] _ lead my way.
[G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
[D] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
[D] I'm a voter, _ born and raised.
I let the sunshine lead [F] my way.
[G] _
[D] I'm a voter, _ heaven's sake, I
pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] _
[D] I come from a place where most of us don't make it.
A
place in central Florida, better known as Lakeland.
I was born out there by Wabash.
At two years old, behold, [C] as to the green [G] swamp and the tall grass, rock ridge where
the swamp [D] was at.
Trail of trash, they called us that.
Thirty-two, but I'm all of that.
These backwoods is my habitat, old country boy in the Cadillac.
No palm trees, no peaches,
just cotton mops and leeches.
[C] Talking creatures [G] like these wild hogs that'll rip your ass
to [D] pieces.
That city like you could keep it.
Country raised, thank you Jesus.
Southern
bred, better believe it.
I'll never change, I pledge allegiance to you.
Humphoe County's
biggest secret, really living what I'm [G] speaking.
Never heard of new breed, well howdy, Rudy,
nice to meet [D] you.
Hey, these police around here, they don't play no games with you.
Let
them catch you with their work, they put you clean up out of business.
Now they got you
in the system, the county jail where you [C] living.
Better write [G] your mama, write your daughter,
tell them to come and visit.
[D] I'm from Florida, _ born and raised. _
I let the sunshine _ [F] lead my
[G] ways.
[D] I'm from Florida, _ heaven's sake. _
I pray to God [Dm] for better [G] days.
[D] It's hard as hell
to get love here, they love you more if you ain't from here.
It's a lot of guns, a lot
of thugs, a lot of sluts and drugs here.
I ain't talking bad, I'm talking facts.
I know
it's real, cause I [C] did all that, but [G] now I'd rather forget all that.
And I pray to God
to [D] forgive all that.
Daddy's in the pen, and mama's on the bench.
And no matter what she
did, the mama's still gonna get the kids.
Nine times out of ten, that's just the way
it [C] is.
[G] Down here in Florida, they gonna do your ass [D] in.
See I've been at the bottom,
cause I live at the bottom.
Gatin' booze, born to lose, it's hard to win at the bottom.
I fought addiction and overcame, you gotta be strong if you gon' [C] make it.
Ain't nobody
gonna [G] save you, see you come up, they gon' [D] hate it.
My granny taught me prayers, my daddy
taught me betrayal.
My uncle taught me love, and my mama showed me hell.
My heart showed
me pain, baby mama showed me [C] jail.
My kids gave me [G] life and taught me [Dm] how to find [D] myself.
Down in Florida, _ morning rain, I let the sunshine _ [F] lead my way.
[G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [F]
[D] Down in Florida, morning _ _ rain, I let the sunshine [Dm] _ lead my way.
[G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I pray to God [Dm] for a better day.
[G] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
[D] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _