Where You From Big Smo And Upchurch

Where You From

Big Smo And Upchurch

JazzCat

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Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: Gm
Kapo:
Ohne Kapo
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Intro]
Gm
  Shit
You know we leaders in this shit
We know the way,
go the way and show the way for those who follow
Eb                             Dm
Come take a walk, see where we from

[Verse 1]
Cm          Gm
It's been a long time coming and this boy still drumming
Hell,
I bet you motherfuckers thought you saw the end coming
Been a artist in this market,
while y'all just getting started
   Eb
Separated from the fakes,
         Dm          Cm
call 'em my dearly departed
    Gm
I'm best under stress so I'm fucking with friction
With a tank full of gas on the road to the riches
In a jackedup Chevy with a cab full of bitches
         Eb
Slinging mud on the world,
        Dm          Cm
country boy on a mission

[Chorus]
         Gm               A#
I'm from Tennessee and it pumps to my veins
             Gm               F
Where barbed wire replaces concrete in the chains
      Gm
Where handshakes are hugs,
   A#
we fly our own flags
    Eb                            Dm
The home of homegrown and trailer park land

[Verse 2]
Cm           Gm
I just hit up  'Church,
told him meet me at the let out
I'll be in a K5 you should bring the 'Vette out
Seeing folks Snapchatting live when we get out
      Eb
Tennessee country boys,
         Dm                Cm
the rest are just sell outs

[Chorus]
          Gm                        A#
Where you from? Where I'm from? The stix of the TN
          Gm                           F
And I can take you several places most people never been
          Gm                        A#
Where you from? Where I'm from? The heart of the south
             Eb                             Dm        Cm
Where a fist of sweet potato pie could shut your mouth
         Gm                       A#
Where we from? Where we from? The land of the mud
           Gm                            F
And if you want it best believe that you can get it from us
         Gm                       A#
Where we from? Where we from? Dirt  roads and back woods
   Eb                            Dm     Cm
By the county line round them Tennessee hoods

[Verse 3]
         Gm
I'm from that bogging dirty, Chevy swerving,
26 is on the Bourbon
Hit the stage like Elvis Presley,
you won't ever catch me nervous
Got creek water in a mason jar,
them stop signs got bullet holes
Eb                                Dm             Cm
Where the dead bodies get covered up by rednecks with them
backhoes
Gm
From a hillbilly town in the middle of the map,
where the Chevrolets shine and the tailpipes clap
When I ride through town girls break they neck trying to
get a little glimpse of the man in black
Smoke rolling out of that crack glass like tobacco barns on
       Eb
a back road
                                   Dm          Cm
Craigslist game looking too strong on my front yard

[Chorus]
      Gm                              A#
And I ain't ever had no risk game but I'm rolling the VDA
dish game
     Gm                           F
Your girl wanna ride like a puppy dog but shit I forgot
that bitch name
Gm
Got a devilish nine, these sex games,
A#
you might get the venom messing with me
Eb
I'm on my Big Smo shit, bitch,
     Dm             Cm
when I'm kicking it in Tennessee

[Verse 4]
Gm
I'm a ballsripping, squaredancing, square body,
mudslinging
Shittalking,
gunspraying Cheatham country crazy heat
With a little hit of that Bocephus,
want some then come see us
       Eb
I stay looking for them throats to slit,
  Dm               Cm
everyday I wake up it's hunting season

[Chorus]
Gm                      A#
  Where I'm from? Small town in the pines
               Gm
With guns like the military,
     F
everyone of 'em mine
          Gm                       A#
Where you from? Where I'm from? My home sweet home
     Eb                           Dm   Cm
Them thirty two acres, every inch I own
         Gm                        A#
Where we from? Where we from? That Volunteer State
             Gm
What you see is what it is,
                        F
we'll bring it straight to your face
         Gm                       A#
Where we from? Where we from? From  Bedford and Cheatham
      Eb                              Dm               Cm
My people are your people and they gonna swarm when we need
them Oh yeah

[Outro]
Gm
  Man,
these punks ain't got shit on us Smo
What these motherfuckers know about that Tennessee shit?
Yeah
Trust me motherfucker

Takte

[Intro]
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  - |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm

Shit
You know we leaders in this shit
We know the way,
go the way and show the way for those who follow
Come take a walk, see where we from

[Verse 1]
                         Cm |
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

It's been a long time coming and this boy still drumming
Hell,
I bet you motherfuckers thought you saw the end coming
Been a artist in this market,
while y'all just getting started
Separated from the fakes,
call 'em my dearly departed
I'm best under stress so I'm fucking with friction
With a tank full of gas on the road to the riches
In a jackedup Chevy with a cab full of bitches
Slinging mud on the world,
country boy on a mission

[Chorus]
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  - |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm

I'm from Tennessee and it pumps to my veins
Where barbed wire replaces concrete in the chains
Where handshakes are hugs,
we fly our own flags
The home of homegrown and trailer park land

[Verse 2]
                         Cm |
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

I just hit up  'Church,
told him meet me at the let out
I'll be in a K5 you should bring the 'Vette out
Seeing folks Snapchatting live when we get out
Tennessee country boys,
the rest are just sell outs

[Chorus]
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  -  |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm Cm |
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  -  |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

Where you from? Where I'm from? The stix of the TN
And I can take you several places most people never been
Where you from? Where I'm from? The heart of the south
Where a fist of sweet potato pie could shut your mouth
Where we from? Where we from? The land of the mud
And if you want it best believe that you can get it from us
Where we from? Where we from? Dirt  roads and back woods
By the county line round them Tennessee hoods

[Verse 3]
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

I'm from that bogging dirty, Chevy swerving,
26 is on the Bourbon
Hit the stage like Elvis Presley,
you won't ever catch me nervous
Got creek water in a mason jar,
them stop signs got bullet holes
Where the dead bodies get covered up by rednecks with them
backhoes
From a hillbilly town in the middle of the map,
where the Chevrolets shine and the tailpipes clap
When I ride through town girls break they neck trying to
get a little glimpse of the man in black
Smoke rolling out of that crack glass like tobacco barns on
a back road
Craigslist game looking too strong on my front yard

[Chorus]
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  -  |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

And I ain't ever had no risk game but I'm rolling the VDA
dish game
Your girl wanna ride like a puppy dog but shit I forgot
that bitch name
Got a devilish nine, these sex games,
you might get the venom messing with me
I'm on my Big Smo shit, bitch,
when I'm kicking it in Tennessee

[Verse 4]
| Gm - | - - | -  - | -  -  |
| -  - | - - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

I'm a ballsripping, squaredancing, square body,
mudslinging
Shittalking,
gunspraying Cheatham country crazy heat
With a little hit of that Bocephus,
want some then come see us
I stay looking for them throats to slit,
everyday I wake up it's hunting season

[Chorus]
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  -  |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm Cm |
| Gm - | A# - | Gm - | F  -  |
| Gm - | A# - | Eb - | Dm Cm |

Where I'm from? Small town in the pines
With guns like the military,
everyone of 'em mine
Where you from? Where I'm from? My home sweet home
Them thirty two acres, every inch I own
Where we from? Where we from? That Volunteer State
What you see is what it is,
we'll bring it straight to your face
Where we from? Where we from? From  Bedford and Cheatham
My people are your people and they gonna swarm when we need
them Oh yeah

[Outro]
| Gm |

Man,
these punks ain't got shit on us Smo
What these motherfuckers know about that Tennessee shit?
Yeah
Trust me motherfucker

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