Snakeskin Boots Chords by Copper Chief
Tempo:
113.65 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ebm
Ab
Abm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
This is a song about methamphetamine and killing people.
A song about North Texas, where I grew up, where I was 35, goes into Oklahoma.
At one point, we were the number three methamphetamine county in the entire state.
I guess you gotta be proud of something.
Sun go down, my cousin come and get me out of bed.
Seen too many sunsets, smelling like crystal meth.
[Abm] We'd be cooking on the back road on our grandpa's [Eb] land.
Everywhere my cousin went, he always looked his best.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew [Ebm] how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
In the old world, the whole [Eb] house took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm]
[Abm]
[Ebm]
[Eb] We'd finish the batch, my cousin, he'd haul it to Art Mower.
He'd hustle and flow, get the most that he could [Ab] for it.
Two weeks went by, my cousin never showed.
[Eb] Grandma called the police, told him what he wore.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
[Ebm] Well, he knew how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ab]
[Eb]
Broke down my cousin's head, he was floating in the Red River.
[F] Somebody robbed him, just to get their quiver.
[Gb] They shot him in the head, so I don't think it hurt.
[Ab] No one would trust a man, a [Bb] switchback journey in the dirt.
[Eb] Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew how to shoot, [Ab] cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm]
[Eb]
[Ab]
[Ebm] [Eb] [Ebm]
Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots, [E] 45 [Eb]-foot ball.
Well, [Bm] he knew how [Ab] to shoot, cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over [Eb] Homer, where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
His mama lived.
His mama lived.
[Abm] [Eb]
This is a song about methamphetamine and killing people.
A song about North Texas, where I grew up, where I was 35, goes into Oklahoma.
At one point, we were the number three methamphetamine county in the entire state.
I guess you gotta be proud of something.
Sun go down, my cousin come and get me out of bed.
Seen too many sunsets, smelling like crystal meth.
[Abm] We'd be cooking on the back road on our grandpa's [Eb] land.
Everywhere my cousin went, he always looked his best.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew [Ebm] how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
In the old world, the whole [Eb] house took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm]
[Abm]
[Ebm]
[Eb] We'd finish the batch, my cousin, he'd haul it to Art Mower.
He'd hustle and flow, get the most that he could [Ab] for it.
Two weeks went by, my cousin never showed.
[Eb] Grandma called the police, told him what he wore.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
[Ebm] Well, he knew how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ab]
[Eb]
Broke down my cousin's head, he was floating in the Red River.
[F] Somebody robbed him, just to get their quiver.
[Gb] They shot him in the head, so I don't think it hurt.
[Ab] No one would trust a man, a [Bb] switchback journey in the dirt.
[Eb] Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew how to shoot, [Ab] cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm]
[Eb]
[Ab]
[Ebm] [Eb] [Ebm]
Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots, [E] 45 [Eb]-foot ball.
Well, [Bm] he knew how [Ab] to shoot, cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over [Eb] Homer, where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
His mama lived.
His mama lived.
[Abm] [Eb]
Key:
Eb
Ebm
Ab
Abm
F
Eb
Ebm
Ab
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is a song about methamphetamine and killing people.
A song about North Texas, where I grew up, where I was 35, goes into Oklahoma.
At one point, we were the number three methamphetamine county in the entire state.
_ I guess you gotta be proud of something. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Sun go down, my cousin come and get me out of bed.
Seen too many sunsets, smelling like crystal meth.
[Abm] We'd be cooking on the back road on our grandpa's [Eb] land.
Everywhere my cousin went, he always looked his best.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew [Ebm] how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
In the old world, the whole [Eb] _ house took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] We'd finish the batch, my cousin, he'd haul it to Art Mower.
He'd hustle and flow, get the most that he could [Ab] for it.
Two weeks went by, my cousin never showed.
[Eb] Grandma called the police, told him what he wore.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
[Ebm] Well, he knew how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Broke down my cousin's head, he was floating in the Red River.
[F] _ Somebody robbed him, just to get their quiver.
[Gb] They shot him in the head, so I don't think it hurt.
[Ab] _ No one would trust a man, a [Bb] switchback journey in the dirt.
[Eb] _ Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew how to shoot, [Ab] cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots, [E] 45 [Eb]-foot ball.
Well, [Bm] he knew how [Ab] to shoot, cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over [Eb] Homer, where my grandma took him, cause his mama _ lived.
_ His mama lived.
His mama lived.
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is a song about methamphetamine and killing people.
A song about North Texas, where I grew up, where I was 35, goes into Oklahoma.
At one point, we were the number three methamphetamine county in the entire state.
_ I guess you gotta be proud of something. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Sun go down, my cousin come and get me out of bed.
Seen too many sunsets, smelling like crystal meth.
[Abm] We'd be cooking on the back road on our grandpa's [Eb] land.
Everywhere my cousin went, he always looked his best.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew [Ebm] how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
In the old world, the whole [Eb] _ house took him, cause his mama lived.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] We'd finish the batch, my cousin, he'd haul it to Art Mower.
He'd hustle and flow, get the most that he could [Ab] for it.
Two weeks went by, my cousin never showed.
[Eb] Grandma called the police, told him what he wore.
Had those pearl-stacked shirts and the snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
[Ebm] Well, he knew how to shoot, cause [Abm] he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Broke down my cousin's head, he was floating in the Red River.
[F] _ Somebody robbed him, just to get their quiver.
[Gb] They shot him in the head, so I don't think it hurt.
[Ab] _ No one would trust a man, a [Bb] switchback journey in the dirt.
[Eb] _ Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots and that 45-foot ball.
Well, he knew how to shoot, [Ab] cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over Homer, [Eb] where my grandma took him, cause his mama lived.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ Pearl-stacked shirt, snake-skin boots, [E] 45 [Eb]-foot ball.
Well, [Bm] he knew how [Ab] to shoot, cause he'd been raised by charity.
He'd alone roam over [Eb] Homer, where my grandma took him, cause his mama _ lived.
_ His mama lived.
His mama lived.
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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