Chords for Oklahoma Gypsy Shuffler by Adam Carroll
Tempo:
83.675 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D] [A]
[Em]
[A]
[D]
[A]
He's a Oklahoma, gets a shuffler, coming and going, low and high.
He's a rock and rolling midnight hustler, with his honky tonk wings, his old snake eyes,
driving [D] down the west [A] coast highway.
Saw him out the window, thought he had to lose, cutting heads on the chitlin' circuit.
Couldn't keep the rent, or all his alligator shoes.
He did it with a Bible, and he did it with a gun, trying to get away from the damage that he'd done.
He did it with a guitar, late at night, trying to live like the songs that he would write.
He snorted cocaine off a buck knife.
He was three-two drinking, playing, and four-four time.
He tried his best, but he could never act right, with honky tonk angels on every single night.
He was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler, devils and angels, side by side, rock [D] and rolling midnight [A] hustler,
suitcase full of dust bowl, lullaby.
He did it with a friend of mine, [D] he did it on the Texas [B] line, he said he wouldn't have it any other [D] way.
[A] Turquoise rings on his index finger, blowing the doors off, with his blacks and whites, down the back roads of Muskogee.
Slipping into hayseeds white, he was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler.
He's always reaming, never gonna stay.
He tells the truth, but he's a hustler, living that lowdown.
Dust bowl, three-two drinking, four-four time,
rock and rolling, Iggy and the Anglin',
whole heart traveling, Red River way, just like old Gary Floyder.
[Em] [A]
[D] [A]
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[A]
[Em]
[A]
[D]
[A]
He's a Oklahoma, gets a shuffler, coming and going, low and high.
He's a rock and rolling midnight hustler, with his honky tonk wings, his old snake eyes,
driving [D] down the west [A] coast highway.
Saw him out the window, thought he had to lose, cutting heads on the chitlin' circuit.
Couldn't keep the rent, or all his alligator shoes.
He did it with a Bible, and he did it with a gun, trying to get away from the damage that he'd done.
He did it with a guitar, late at night, trying to live like the songs that he would write.
He snorted cocaine off a buck knife.
He was three-two drinking, playing, and four-four time.
He tried his best, but he could never act right, with honky tonk angels on every single night.
He was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler, devils and angels, side by side, rock [D] and rolling midnight [A] hustler,
suitcase full of dust bowl, lullaby.
He did it with a friend of mine, [D] he did it on the Texas [B] line, he said he wouldn't have it any other [D] way.
[A] Turquoise rings on his index finger, blowing the doors off, with his blacks and whites, down the back roads of Muskogee.
Slipping into hayseeds white, he was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler.
He's always reaming, never gonna stay.
He tells the truth, but he's a hustler, living that lowdown.
Dust bowl, three-two drinking, four-four time,
rock and rolling, Iggy and the Anglin',
whole heart traveling, Red River way, just like old Gary Floyder.
[Em] [A]
[D] [A]
[D]
[A]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ He's a Oklahoma, gets a shuffler, _ coming _ and going, _ low and high.
_ He's a rock and rolling midnight hustler, _ _ _ with his honky tonk wings, his old snake eyes, _
driving [D] down the west [A] coast highway. _ _
Saw him out the window, _ thought he had to lose, _ _ cutting heads on the chitlin' circuit. _ _ _ _
Couldn't keep the rent, or all his alligator shoes. _
He did it with a Bible, and he did it with a gun, _ trying to get away from the damage that he'd done. _
He did it with a guitar, late at night, _ _ trying to live like the songs that he would write. _
He snorted cocaine off a buck knife. _ _ _
He was three-two drinking, playing, and four-four time. _
He tried his best, but he could never act right, _ _ with honky tonk angels on every single night.
He was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler, _ _ _ devils and angels, side by side, rock [D] and rolling midnight [A] hustler, _ _
suitcase full of dust bowl, lullaby. _
He did it with a friend of mine, [D] he did it on the Texas [B] line, he said he wouldn't have it any other [D] way. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ Turquoise rings on his index finger, _ _ _ blowing the doors off, with his blacks and whites, _ down the back roads of Muskogee.
_ _ _ Slipping into hayseeds white, he was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler.
_ _ He's always reaming, never gonna stay.
He tells the truth, but he's a hustler, _ _ living that lowdown.
Dust bowl, _ three-two drinking, _ four-four time,
_ rock and rolling, Iggy and the Anglin',
whole heart traveling, Red River way, just like old Gary Floyder. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ He's a Oklahoma, gets a shuffler, _ coming _ and going, _ low and high.
_ He's a rock and rolling midnight hustler, _ _ _ with his honky tonk wings, his old snake eyes, _
driving [D] down the west [A] coast highway. _ _
Saw him out the window, _ thought he had to lose, _ _ cutting heads on the chitlin' circuit. _ _ _ _
Couldn't keep the rent, or all his alligator shoes. _
He did it with a Bible, and he did it with a gun, _ trying to get away from the damage that he'd done. _
He did it with a guitar, late at night, _ _ trying to live like the songs that he would write. _
He snorted cocaine off a buck knife. _ _ _
He was three-two drinking, playing, and four-four time. _
He tried his best, but he could never act right, _ _ with honky tonk angels on every single night.
He was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler, _ _ _ devils and angels, side by side, rock [D] and rolling midnight [A] hustler, _ _
suitcase full of dust bowl, lullaby. _
He did it with a friend of mine, [D] he did it on the Texas [B] line, he said he wouldn't have it any other [D] way. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ Turquoise rings on his index finger, _ _ _ blowing the doors off, with his blacks and whites, _ down the back roads of Muskogee.
_ _ _ Slipping into hayseeds white, he was Oklahoma, gypsy shuffler.
_ _ He's always reaming, never gonna stay.
He tells the truth, but he's a hustler, _ _ living that lowdown.
Dust bowl, _ three-two drinking, _ four-four time,
_ rock and rolling, Iggy and the Anglin',
whole heart traveling, Red River way, just like old Gary Floyder. _ _ _
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