Chords for The Dirty Heads - Sweet Home California [HQ & Loud]
Tempo:
97.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
E
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[Am] [D] [G]
[D] [G] [E]
[D] [G] One,
[D] [G] [E]
[D] two, three.
We got them dog-towned [G] decoys, we got them dog-towned [D] decoys.
Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [N] up?
Your buddy's dropping dime bags down by the seashore.
Sally's selling seashells, what's she selling [D] those for?
To make a little money while it's sunny [G] outside.
Well, everybody's money hungry under California [D] skies.
We got big cars and big trucks, big tits and [E] drunk sluts.
Come on down to Cali and you're bound to get that [D] dicks up.
From HB to Westlake, San Diego, [G] South Bank, Austin, Corona, Long Beach, [D] Pomona.
The party's never stopping in the state of [G] California.
Grab your [E] suitcase and a bottle of Jack.
Yeah, when you dip down to Cali, hit me up for a [G] sack.
Who cracks a beer soup in a tilt-a-head's [D] back?
Sweet home [G] California,
[D] where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California,
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [A] home?
We the West Coast droppers, we got West Coast droppers.
Jesse James, motherfucker, it's a West turn.
Send your two pusses to comfort, you're gonna get sunburned.
Dirty heads, bitch, it's a concern.
[D] Well, we them damn south rockers, we them [G] sure-shot droppers.
Light it up on the stage while we just burn.
Well, we them SoCal shockers, we them HB rockers.
Dirty ass motherfuckers, they have been learned.
Sweet home [G] California, [E] and every time [D] it's brand new.
Where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
I'm going to Cali, down south, [D] Cali.
[G]
[D] Yo, the California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna rip these shows, yo, like every single [D] day.
California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna do this [E] shit, yo, like every single [D] day.
[G]
[D] Well, I'm from California, I was raised in [G] Oregon.
We got a new-looking way, chili, clippers, and [D] corn.
Well, I'm from California.
[G] [D]
[G]
[Am] [D] [G]
[D] [G] [E]
[D] [G] One,
[D] [G] [E]
[D] two, three.
We got them dog-towned [G] decoys, we got them dog-towned [D] decoys.
Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [N] up?
Your buddy's dropping dime bags down by the seashore.
Sally's selling seashells, what's she selling [D] those for?
To make a little money while it's sunny [G] outside.
Well, everybody's money hungry under California [D] skies.
We got big cars and big trucks, big tits and [E] drunk sluts.
Come on down to Cali and you're bound to get that [D] dicks up.
From HB to Westlake, San Diego, [G] South Bank, Austin, Corona, Long Beach, [D] Pomona.
The party's never stopping in the state of [G] California.
Grab your [E] suitcase and a bottle of Jack.
Yeah, when you dip down to Cali, hit me up for a [G] sack.
Who cracks a beer soup in a tilt-a-head's [D] back?
Sweet home [G] California,
[D] where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California,
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [A] home?
We the West Coast droppers, we got West Coast droppers.
Jesse James, motherfucker, it's a West turn.
Send your two pusses to comfort, you're gonna get sunburned.
Dirty heads, bitch, it's a concern.
[D] Well, we them damn south rockers, we them [G] sure-shot droppers.
Light it up on the stage while we just burn.
Well, we them SoCal shockers, we them HB rockers.
Dirty ass motherfuckers, they have been learned.
Sweet home [G] California, [E] and every time [D] it's brand new.
Where the skies [G] are blue.
[D] Sweet home [G] California, [E]
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
I'm going to Cali, down south, [D] Cali.
[G]
[D] Yo, the California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna rip these shows, yo, like every single [D] day.
California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna do this [E] shit, yo, like every single [D] day.
[G]
[D] Well, I'm from California, I was raised in [G] Oregon.
We got a new-looking way, chili, clippers, and [D] corn.
Well, I'm from California.
Key:
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A
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
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[Am] _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] One, _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ two, three.
We got them dog-towned [G] decoys, we got them dog-towned [D] decoys.
Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] _ where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ _ Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [N] up?
Your buddy's dropping dime bags down by the seashore.
Sally's selling seashells, what's she selling [D] those for?
To make a little money while it's sunny [G] outside.
Well, everybody's money hungry under California [D] skies.
We got big cars and big trucks, big tits and [E] drunk sluts.
Come on down to Cali and you're bound to get that [D] dicks up.
From HB to Westlake, San Diego, [G] South Bank, Austin, Corona, Long Beach, [D] Pomona.
The party's never stopping in the state of [G] California.
Grab your [E] suitcase and a bottle of Jack.
Yeah, when you dip down to Cali, hit me up for a [G] sack.
Who cracks a beer soup in a tilt-a-head's [D] back?
_ Sweet home [G] California, _ _
[D] _ where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ _ Sweet home [G] California, _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [A] home?
We the West Coast droppers, we got West Coast droppers.
Jesse James, motherfucker, it's a West turn.
Send your two pusses to comfort, you're gonna get sunburned.
Dirty heads, bitch, it's a concern.
[D] Well, we them damn south rockers, we them [G] sure-shot droppers.
Light it up on the stage while we just burn.
Well, we them SoCal shockers, we them HB rockers.
Dirty ass motherfuckers, they have been learned.
_ Sweet home [G] California, [E] and every time [D] it's brand new.
Where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
I'm going to Cali, down south, [D] Cali.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Yo, the California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna rip these shows, yo, like every single [D] day.
California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna do this [E] shit, yo, like every single [D] day.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Well, I'm from California, I was raised in [G] Oregon.
We got a new-looking way, chili, clippers, and [D] corn.
Well, I'm from California. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] One, _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ two, three.
We got them dog-towned [G] decoys, we got them dog-towned [D] decoys.
Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] _ where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ _ Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [N] up?
Your buddy's dropping dime bags down by the seashore.
Sally's selling seashells, what's she selling [D] those for?
To make a little money while it's sunny [G] outside.
Well, everybody's money hungry under California [D] skies.
We got big cars and big trucks, big tits and [E] drunk sluts.
Come on down to Cali and you're bound to get that [D] dicks up.
From HB to Westlake, San Diego, [G] South Bank, Austin, Corona, Long Beach, [D] Pomona.
The party's never stopping in the state of [G] California.
Grab your [E] suitcase and a bottle of Jack.
Yeah, when you dip down to Cali, hit me up for a [G] sack.
Who cracks a beer soup in a tilt-a-head's [D] back?
_ Sweet home [G] California, _ _
[D] _ where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ _ Sweet home [G] California, _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
Yo, what's coming [A] home?
We the West Coast droppers, we got West Coast droppers.
Jesse James, motherfucker, it's a West turn.
Send your two pusses to comfort, you're gonna get sunburned.
Dirty heads, bitch, it's a concern.
[D] Well, we them damn south rockers, we them [G] sure-shot droppers.
Light it up on the stage while we just burn.
Well, we them SoCal shockers, we them HB rockers.
Dirty ass motherfuckers, they have been learned.
_ Sweet home [G] California, [E] and every time [D] it's brand new.
Where the skies [G] are blue. _ _
[D] _ Sweet home [G] California, [E] _ _
[D] I spit these lyrics [G] onto you.
I'm going to Cali, down south, [D] Cali.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Yo, the California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna rip these shows, yo, like every single [D] day.
California A's signed up on [G] my face.
We gonna do this [E] shit, yo, like every single [D] day.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Well, I'm from California, I was raised in [G] Oregon.
We got a new-looking way, chili, clippers, and [D] corn.
Well, I'm from California. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _