Ridin High Chords by Jawga Boyz

Tempo:
140 bpm
Chords used:

Am

F

E

G

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Ridin High chords
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[A]
[Am]
[F]
[E] [G]
[A] [Am]
[B]
[F]
[E] [G]
[A] [Am]
[F]
[Am] We [G] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then we ride em high, [G]
[F]
[E] we [G] jack
em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we [B] jack em up and then we [Am] ride em high, we jack em [G] up
and [F] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then [Em] we [F#] ride em high.
[E] [G]
[A] Georgia boys we ridin high, we back in the jacked up truck, [C] ridin on 44's mud on the
doors and the plan is to get stuck on the phone [F] call up the boys, let them all know
to bring them toys, [E] got a weights on the front if you need a tow and straight pipes to make
some noise [Am] yeah, we coming from a mile away you can hear the roar, [C] them novice tires we
ridin higher than we ever did before, if you [F] want a ride then I gotta say hop in at your
discretion, [E] cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose [B] boot section, [C] got a
12 gauge [A] on the back glass and it's ready to go, [B] when I'm on the road [Am] I never know when
I see a car [Dm] from his road, dipped in [F] my lip and the crumpets spinning the middle console,
[Bm] you'll get in on these experiments you already [G] know, [Am] ha ha, so this grump gonna keep on rolling
down the [G#] road, and it [A] ain't no joke cause Georgia boys are [C] good as gold, so take some
notes [F] when you hear the flow, when you see the mud hanging from the door [Bm] my truck ain't
slow and it ain't for show cause we [B] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up
and then we ride em high, we [D] jack em up and then [F] we ride em high, we jack em up and [E] then
we [F#] ride em high, we [G] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then we ride
em high, we [Dm] jack em up and [F] then we ride em high, we jack em up and [E] then we ride em high.
[D]
[B] Deep down in the [Am] woods how I like the trees, [C] but watch your rednecks who don't have no
damn degrees, yeah I'm [F] reppin for the sticks, I'm reppin for us hicks, [E] I'm talking about
I'm one of those folks who ain't never [G] seen grief
[Em] Yeah, my Chevy truck is jacked [Am] up
I'm what home ain't need [C] act up
I'm smashing tight and slack up
I'm slinging mud, y'all brag up
It's [F] true, it ain't no lie, my Chevy's high on [E] 45s
Cruisin' DUI, you know I'm sippin' [Dm] apple pie
[Am] Got that wheelie bumpin' loud, black and camo on my ride
[C] Yeah, that Georgia flag flies, cause I'm known to show my pride
Yeah, we [Dm] creep and we [F] crawl, country clique yellin' yeah all
[E] Yeah, I've had some slips and falls, drinking too much [G] alcohol
[Em] Yeah, my truck sits tall, say I'm [Am] scarin' Acropolis
[C#] Drippin' mud and climbin' rocks, still can't find a way to roll it
[C] Now I'm with these [F] Georgia boys and we ridin' Tonka Tories
[Bm] With them big trucks, blue tires, we [G] jack em' up and [Am] then we
Ridin' high, we jack em' up and then we [Dm]
[F]
[E] [G]
[A] [Am] ridin' high
We [D] jack em' up and [F] then we ridin' high
[E] [D] 44s, [Am] [B] Jeep trucks, [Am] camo paint, Jeep [C] Bucks
Nuts on [Am] my truck, hitch, I'm draggin' em' in the mud [F] ruts
Just some old country boys, high like a pine [Bm] tree
And you can bet this be the last [B] of a dime breed
[C] Southern bloods run through my veins, we some [B] rebel boys
Cross the river, you ain't heard, [C] bottleneckin' them Georgia boys
Coming through on the Tonka Tories, [F] ridin' high and jacked [G#] up
Slangin' mud, lock the hubs, we got that Mack [Am] cup
Robbed off in the drugs we play, jacked [D] up is how we play
[Am] This is how we do it, but we [Dm] keep them southern raised
Stuck [F] in our southern ways, stay in the dirt for [Am] days
We ridin' high and [E] jack em' up, they ain't [B] no other way
[Am] Better fix that steering wheel, gonna make [Dm] that Chevy squeal
[Am] True gritty country boys, heat like [Dm] you know it real
[F] We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the [E] time
We ridin' in the sky, we [Dm] jacked em' up and [Am] then we ridin' [G]
[F]
[E] [G]
[Am]
[G]
[F] high
We jack em up and [Am] then we ride
[E] [G#] [Am]
[Fm]
[F]
[E] [C]
[E] [A]
[N] [Fm]
[F]
[C] [E]
[A]
[F]
[E] [G]
[A]
[E]
[F]
[E] [G]
Key:  
Am
2311
F
134211111
E
2311
G
2131
C
3211
Am
2311
F
134211111
E
2311
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To learn Jawga Boyz - Ridin High chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - E, G, F, E, G, Am, G, A, Am and F of chords. Set your pace at 70 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 140. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of A Minor.

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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ We [G] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then we ride em high, _ _ _ [G] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ we [G] jack
em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we [B] jack em up and then we [Am] ride em high, we jack em [G] up
and [F] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then [Em] we [F#] ride em high.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] Georgia boys we ridin high, we back in the jacked up truck, [C] ridin on 44's mud on the
doors and the plan is to get stuck on the phone [F] call up the boys, let them all know
to bring them toys, [E] got a weights on the front if you need a tow and straight pipes to make
some noise [Am] yeah, we coming from a mile away you can hear the roar, [C] them novice tires we
ridin higher than we ever did before, if you [F] want a ride then I gotta say hop in at your
discretion, [E] cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose [B] boot section, [C] got a
12 gauge [A] on the back glass and it's ready to go, [B] when I'm on the road [Am] I never know when
I see a car [Dm] from his road, dipped in [F] my lip and the crumpets spinning the middle console,
[Bm] you'll get in on these experiments you already [G] know, [Am] ha ha, so this grump gonna keep on rolling
down the [G#] road, and it [A] ain't no joke cause Georgia boys are [C] good as gold, so take some
notes [F] when you hear the flow, when you see the mud hanging from the door [Bm] my truck ain't
slow and it ain't for show cause we [B] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up
and then we ride em high, we [D] jack em up and then [F] we ride em high, we jack em up and [E] then
we [F#] ride em high, we [G] jack em up and [Am] then we ride em high, we jack em up and then we ride
em high, we [Dm] jack em up and [F] then we ride em high, we jack em up and [E] then we ride em high.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] Deep down in the [Am] woods how I like the trees, [C] but watch your rednecks who don't have no
damn degrees, yeah I'm [F] reppin for the sticks, I'm reppin for us hicks, [E] I'm talking about
I'm one of those folks who ain't never [G] seen grief
[Em] Yeah, my Chevy truck is jacked [Am] up
I'm what home ain't need [C] act up
I'm smashing tight and slack up
I'm slinging mud, y'all brag up
It's [F] true, it ain't no lie, my Chevy's high on _ [E] 45s
Cruisin' DUI, you know I'm sippin' [Dm] apple pie
[Am] Got that wheelie bumpin' loud, black and camo on my ride
[C] Yeah, that Georgia flag flies, cause I'm known to show my pride
Yeah, we [Dm] creep and we [F] crawl, country clique yellin' yeah all
[E] Yeah, I've had some slips and falls, drinking too much [G] alcohol
[Em] Yeah, my truck sits tall, say I'm [Am] scarin' Acropolis
[C#] Drippin' mud and climbin' rocks, still can't find a way to roll it
[C] Now I'm with these [F] Georgia boys and we ridin' Tonka Tories
[Bm] With them big trucks, blue tires, we [G] jack em' up and [Am] then we
Ridin' high, we jack em' up and then we _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ [Am] ridin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ high
We [D] jack em' up and [F] then we ridin' high _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] 44s, [Am] _ _ [B] Jeep trucks, [Am] camo paint, Jeep [C] Bucks
Nuts on [Am] my truck, hitch, I'm draggin' em' in the mud [F] ruts
Just some old country boys, high like a pine [Bm] tree
And you can bet this be the last [B] of a dime breed
[C] Southern bloods run through my veins, we some [B] rebel boys
Cross the river, you ain't heard, [C] bottleneckin' them Georgia boys
Coming through on the Tonka Tories, [F] ridin' high and jacked [G#] up
Slangin' mud, lock the hubs, we got that Mack [Am] cup
Robbed off in the drugs we play, jacked [D] up is how we play
[Am] This is how we do it, but we [Dm] keep them southern raised
Stuck [F] in our southern ways, stay in the dirt for [Am] days
We ridin' high and [E] jack em' up, they ain't [B] no other way
[Am] Better fix that steering wheel, gonna make [Dm] that Chevy squeal
[Am] True gritty country boys, heat like [Dm] you know it real
[F] We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the [E] time
We ridin' in the sky, we [Dm] jacked em' up and [Am] then we _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ridin' _ _ _ [G] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[F] _ _ high
We jack em up and [Am] then we ride
_ [E] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _

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This song is part of Kuntry album.

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