Dogs And Duck Calls Chords by Walt Gabbard
Tempo:
64.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Bb
F
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[C]
[C]
Dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
[Bb] And the sound of those whistling wings, [C] Lord, there ain't no better thing
Than mallards and pintails, a pocket full of shot shells,
[G] And those three little [Bb] words of joy, [F] take them [C] boys, take them boys,
As my lanyard fills up with leg bands, and the decoys float around,
Well, I can hear the ducks in the distance, and this is my stomping ground,
There ain't nothing out here that bothers me, when [Bb] I'm way asleep in the cold,
I'm just a-cutting them ducks, and reminiscing about [G] the [C] days of old,
When it was dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
[G] And the sound of those [Bb] whistling wings, [F] Lord, there ain't no better thing
[C] Than mallards and pintails, a pocket full of shot shells,
[Bb] And those three little words of joy, [F] take them boys, [C]
take them [G] boys,
And those [Bb] three little words of joy, [Eb] take them [C] boys, take them boys.
[N]
[C]
Dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
[Bb] And the sound of those whistling wings, [C] Lord, there ain't no better thing
Than mallards and pintails, a pocket full of shot shells,
[G] And those three little [Bb] words of joy, [F] take them [C] boys, take them boys,
As my lanyard fills up with leg bands, and the decoys float around,
Well, I can hear the ducks in the distance, and this is my stomping ground,
There ain't nothing out here that bothers me, when [Bb] I'm way asleep in the cold,
I'm just a-cutting them ducks, and reminiscing about [G] the [C] days of old,
When it was dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
[G] And the sound of those [Bb] whistling wings, [F] Lord, there ain't no better thing
[C] Than mallards and pintails, a pocket full of shot shells,
[Bb] And those three little words of joy, [F] take them boys, [C]
take them [G] boys,
And those [Bb] three little words of joy, [Eb] take them [C] boys, take them boys.
[N]
Key:
C
G
Bb
F
Eb
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_ _ Dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
_ [Bb] And the sound of those whistling wings, [C] Lord, there ain't no better thing
Than mallards and pintails, _ a pocket full of shot shells,
_ [G] And those three little [Bb] words of joy, _ [F] _ take them [C] boys, take them boys, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ As my lanyard fills up with leg bands, and the decoys float around,
Well, I can hear the ducks in the distance, and this is my stomping ground,
There ain't nothing out here that bothers me, when [Bb] I'm way asleep in the cold,
I'm just a-cutting them ducks, and _ reminiscing about [G] the [C] days of old,
When it was dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
_ _ [G] And the sound of those [Bb] whistling wings, [F] Lord, there ain't no better thing
[C] Than mallards and pintails, _ a pocket full of shot shells,
_ [Bb] And those three little words of joy, _ [F] _ take them boys, [C]
take them [G] boys,
_ _ And those [Bb] three little words of joy, _ _ _ [Eb] take them [C] boys, _ _ take them boys. _ _ _ _
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_ _ Dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
_ [Bb] And the sound of those whistling wings, [C] Lord, there ain't no better thing
Than mallards and pintails, _ a pocket full of shot shells,
_ [G] And those three little [Bb] words of joy, _ [F] _ take them [C] boys, take them boys, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ As my lanyard fills up with leg bands, and the decoys float around,
Well, I can hear the ducks in the distance, and this is my stomping ground,
There ain't nothing out here that bothers me, when [Bb] I'm way asleep in the cold,
I'm just a-cutting them ducks, and _ reminiscing about [G] the [C] days of old,
When it was dogs [G] and duck calls, [C] a shotgun to my jaw,
_ _ [G] And the sound of those [Bb] whistling wings, [F] Lord, there ain't no better thing
[C] Than mallards and pintails, _ a pocket full of shot shells,
_ [Bb] And those three little words of joy, _ [F] _ take them boys, [C]
take them [G] boys,
_ _ And those [Bb] three little words of joy, _ _ _ [Eb] take them [C] boys, _ _ take them boys. _ _ _ _
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