That Was Us Chords by Justin Mcbride
Tempo:
71 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
A#m
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] $20 out of [F#] Mama's purse bought us [C#] a tank of gas, some red [F#] man tobacco in.
We were [C#] just teenage [G#] kids, [C#] me and my old [F#] buddy John H.
We'd [C#] go riding around if there was trouble [F#] to be found.
That [C#] manly tank sure did.
[A#m] Cuttin' donuts in [G#] the field, still old [F#] man Smith called the cops.
And he [A#m] come runnin' out with [G#] a shotgun, cause we [F#] were runnin' down his crops.
And [D#m] I reckon he's [C#] still wonderin' who [F#] that was.
[G#] Well that was [C#] us.
[F#] Now some of [C#] these local boys [F#] moved on, but we [C#] never changed a bit.
Don't guess [F#] we had enough sense, at least that's [C#] what some folks said.
[G#]
[C#] Then we finally [F#] turned old enough to buy [C#] our own beer.
Don't remember [F#] much about that year, but lucky [C#] we ain't dead.
Cause [A#m] somebody said [G#] they saw some boys [F#] with a truck look just like mine.
[A#m] Tryin' to pull down that [G#] old water tank, [F#] sits out on the county line.
And people [D#m] wonder why [C#] it leans the way it [F#] does.
[G#] Well that was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#]
[C#] [F#] [G#] Seems [A#m] like small towns never [G#] change, but things [F#] get tough and times get hard.
And [A#m] they said when he got [G#] sick, that old [F#] man Smith was lost at heart.
Cause [D#m] he was gettin' way [C#] behind on all [F#] his bills.
So someone [D#m] came and brought [C#] his crops in from the fields.
[D#m] And folks around here [C#] still don't know who [F#] that was.
[G#] But that was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#] Yeah, [C#] that was us.
[F#] That was [G#]
[C#] us.
[F#] [G#] That was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] $20 out of [F#] Mama's purse bought us [C#] a tank of gas, some red [F#] man tobacco in.
We were [C#] just teenage [G#] kids, [C#] me and my old [F#] buddy John H.
We'd [C#] go riding around if there was trouble [F#] to be found.
That [C#] manly tank sure did.
[A#m] Cuttin' donuts in [G#] the field, still old [F#] man Smith called the cops.
And he [A#m] come runnin' out with [G#] a shotgun, cause we [F#] were runnin' down his crops.
And [D#m] I reckon he's [C#] still wonderin' who [F#] that was.
[G#] Well that was [C#] us.
[F#] Now some of [C#] these local boys [F#] moved on, but we [C#] never changed a bit.
Don't guess [F#] we had enough sense, at least that's [C#] what some folks said.
[G#]
[C#] Then we finally [F#] turned old enough to buy [C#] our own beer.
Don't remember [F#] much about that year, but lucky [C#] we ain't dead.
Cause [A#m] somebody said [G#] they saw some boys [F#] with a truck look just like mine.
[A#m] Tryin' to pull down that [G#] old water tank, [F#] sits out on the county line.
And people [D#m] wonder why [C#] it leans the way it [F#] does.
[G#] Well that was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#]
[C#] [F#] [G#] Seems [A#m] like small towns never [G#] change, but things [F#] get tough and times get hard.
And [A#m] they said when he got [G#] sick, that old [F#] man Smith was lost at heart.
Cause [D#m] he was gettin' way [C#] behind on all [F#] his bills.
So someone [D#m] came and brought [C#] his crops in from the fields.
[D#m] And folks around here [C#] still don't know who [F#] that was.
[G#] But that was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#] Yeah, [C#] that was us.
[F#] That was [G#]
[C#] us.
[F#] [G#] That was [C#] us.
[F#] [G#] [C#] [F#]
Key:
F#
C#
G#
A#m
D#m
F#
C#
G#
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] $20 out of [F#] Mama's purse bought us [C#] a tank of gas, some red [F#] man tobacco in.
We were [C#] just teenage [G#] kids, [C#] me and my old [F#] buddy John H.
We'd [C#] go riding around if there was trouble [F#] to be found.
That [C#] manly tank sure did. _
[A#m] Cuttin' donuts in [G#] the field, still old [F#] man Smith called the cops.
And he [A#m] come runnin' out with [G#] a shotgun, cause we [F#] were runnin' down his crops.
And [D#m] I reckon he's [C#] still wonderin' who [F#] that was.
_ [G#] Well that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ Now some of [C#] these local boys [F#] moved on, but we [C#] never changed a bit.
Don't guess [F#] we had enough sense, at least that's [C#] what some folks said.
[G#] _
[C#] Then we finally [F#] turned old enough to buy [C#] our own beer.
Don't remember [F#] much about that year, but lucky [C#] we ain't dead.
Cause [A#m] somebody said [G#] they saw some boys [F#] with a truck look just like mine.
[A#m] Tryin' to pull down that [G#] old water tank, [F#] sits out on the county line.
And people [D#m] wonder why [C#] it leans the way it [F#] does.
_ [G#] Well that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] Seems [A#m] like small towns never [G#] change, but things [F#] get tough and times get hard.
And [A#m] they said when he got [G#] sick, that old [F#] man Smith was lost at heart.
Cause [D#m] he was gettin' way [C#] behind on all [F#] his bills.
_ So someone [D#m] came and brought [C#] his crops in from the fields. _ _
[D#m] And folks around here [C#] still don't know who [F#] that was.
[G#] But that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Yeah, [C#] that was us.
_ _ [F#] That was _ [G#] _
[C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] That was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] $20 out of [F#] Mama's purse bought us [C#] a tank of gas, some red [F#] man tobacco in.
We were [C#] just teenage [G#] kids, [C#] me and my old [F#] buddy John H.
We'd [C#] go riding around if there was trouble [F#] to be found.
That [C#] manly tank sure did. _
[A#m] Cuttin' donuts in [G#] the field, still old [F#] man Smith called the cops.
And he [A#m] come runnin' out with [G#] a shotgun, cause we [F#] were runnin' down his crops.
And [D#m] I reckon he's [C#] still wonderin' who [F#] that was.
_ [G#] Well that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ Now some of [C#] these local boys [F#] moved on, but we [C#] never changed a bit.
Don't guess [F#] we had enough sense, at least that's [C#] what some folks said.
[G#] _
[C#] Then we finally [F#] turned old enough to buy [C#] our own beer.
Don't remember [F#] much about that year, but lucky [C#] we ain't dead.
Cause [A#m] somebody said [G#] they saw some boys [F#] with a truck look just like mine.
[A#m] Tryin' to pull down that [G#] old water tank, [F#] sits out on the county line.
And people [D#m] wonder why [C#] it leans the way it [F#] does.
_ [G#] Well that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] Seems [A#m] like small towns never [G#] change, but things [F#] get tough and times get hard.
And [A#m] they said when he got [G#] sick, that old [F#] man Smith was lost at heart.
Cause [D#m] he was gettin' way [C#] behind on all [F#] his bills.
_ So someone [D#m] came and brought [C#] his crops in from the fields. _ _
[D#m] And folks around here [C#] still don't know who [F#] that was.
[G#] But that was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Yeah, [C#] that was us.
_ _ [F#] That was _ [G#] _
[C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] That was [C#] us.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _