The City Put The Country Back in Me by Neal McCoy OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO Chords
Tempo:
123.75 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
I was born jerk poor on a dead end country road.
My every dream was to just grow up [A] and go.
[D] Like the flowers and songs of those bright [G]
[D] nights.
So I turned that country [A] road into memory [D] lane.
Well I hit that plane, it was a baby's soul.
But it wasn't [A]
[D] short of missing space.
[G]
[D] Until I found two [A] swingin' doors, meepin' me [D] on the side.
[Em] [Fm] [D] [G] They were whirlin' and [D]
the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
[C] [D] You'd think I found one paradise, [G]
[Em] [D] city of [A] country.
That's [D]
[E] [Dm] [Gb] [G]
[D]
[A]
[Ab] [C] [D]
[G]
[D]
[A] [D]
when you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room.
Just go on home and sit on them cowboy [A] boots.
[D] It's the best of both worlds, all I [G] left to me.
[D] The city put the [A] country [D] back in me.
[Em] [Fm] [D] They [G] were whirlin' and swirlin' to the middles and the [D] steel guitars.
And the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
[B] [D] Well I think I found [G]
[D] the city put [A] the country back in me.
[D] [Em] [F] [Gbm] [G] [A] [Bbm] [G] [D]
[Dm]
[D] [Ab] [Eb] [D]
I was born jerk poor on a dead end country road.
My every dream was to just grow up [A] and go.
[D] Like the flowers and songs of those bright [G]
[D] nights.
So I turned that country [A] road into memory [D] lane.
Well I hit that plane, it was a baby's soul.
But it wasn't [A]
[D] short of missing space.
[G]
[D] Until I found two [A] swingin' doors, meepin' me [D] on the side.
[Em] [Fm] [D] [G] They were whirlin' and [D]
the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
[C] [D] You'd think I found one paradise, [G]
[Em] [D] city of [A] country.
That's [D]
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[D]
[A]
[Ab] [C] [D]
[G]
[D]
[A] [D]
when you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room.
Just go on home and sit on them cowboy [A] boots.
[D] It's the best of both worlds, all I [G] left to me.
[D] The city put the [A] country [D] back in me.
[Em] [Fm] [D] They [G] were whirlin' and swirlin' to the middles and the [D] steel guitars.
And the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
[B] [D] Well I think I found [G]
[D] the city put [A] the country back in me.
[D] [Em] [F] [Gbm] [G] [A] [Bbm] [G] [D]
[Dm]
[D] [Ab] [Eb] [D]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I was born jerk poor on a dead end country road.
_ _ _ _ _ My every dream was to just grow up [A] and go.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Like the flowers and songs of those bright _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] nights.
So I turned that country [A] road into memory [D] lane.
_ _ _ _ _ Well I hit that plane, it was a baby's soul.
_ _ _ _ _ But it wasn't _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] short of missing space.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Until I found two [A] swingin' doors, meepin' me [D] on the side.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [Fm] _ [D] [G] They were whirlin' and _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] You'd think I found one paradise, _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [D] city of [A] country.
That's [D] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [Dm] _ [Gb] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ when you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room.
_ _ _ _ Just go on home and sit on them cowboy [A] boots.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] It's the best of both worlds, all I [G] left to me.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] The city put the [A] country [D] back in me.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [Fm] [D] They [G] were whirlin' and swirlin' to the middles and the [D] steel guitars.
_ _ _ _ _ And the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] [D] Well I think I found _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] the city put [A] the country back in me.
_ [D] _ [Em] _ [F] _ [Gbm] _ [G] _ [A] _ [Bbm] _ [G] _ [D] _
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_ _ [D] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ [D] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I was born jerk poor on a dead end country road.
_ _ _ _ _ My every dream was to just grow up [A] and go.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Like the flowers and songs of those bright _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] nights.
So I turned that country [A] road into memory [D] lane.
_ _ _ _ _ Well I hit that plane, it was a baby's soul.
_ _ _ _ _ But it wasn't _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] short of missing space.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Until I found two [A] swingin' doors, meepin' me [D] on the side.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [Fm] _ [D] [G] They were whirlin' and _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] You'd think I found one paradise, _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [D] city of [A] country.
That's [D] _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ when you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room.
_ _ _ _ Just go on home and sit on them cowboy [A] boots.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] It's the best of both worlds, all I [G] left to me.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] The city put the [A] country [D] back in me.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [Fm] [D] They [G] were whirlin' and swirlin' to the middles and the [D] steel guitars.
_ _ _ _ _ And the city folks was drinkin' from a [A] mason jar.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] [D] Well I think I found _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] the city put [A] the country back in me.
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