Red HARDY (US, country)

Bluesy

158
0:00 3:12
Afinación Medio tono abajo (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: F#
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Intro]
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |

[Verse 1]
F#
Red
                      D#m7
I'm talking 'bout the sun coming up,
and the sun going down
     F#
On a John Deere turning up a hard work check
D#m7
Making that blue collar country boy's neck
   F#
Red
                      D#m7
I'm talking 'bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday
night
          F#
At the end  of another long hot dry summer
           D#m7
'Tween the dust and the rust the trucks are half covered in
   C#sus4
Red

[Pre-Chorus]
Like a bloodhound
   Badd9
Tracking some white tail buck down

[Chorus]
                F#
I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
              D#m7                                    B
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
          F#
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
     D#m7                  B
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
         F#
Like the book of John, like a barn door
         D#m7                                         B
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
      F#
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
      D#m7                  B
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white

[Interlude]
    F# D#m7
And red

[Verse 2]
F#
Red
                    D#m7
I'm talkin' 'bout a county line stop sign full of bird shot
       F#
The cup  your beer's in sitting 'round a fire
Like your,
D#m7
    bank account when you bought them tires
That led

[Pre-Chorus]
C#sus4                                  Badd9
      You down a dirt road and got some red  lips leaning
cross the console

[Chorus]
                F#
I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
              D#m7                                    B
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
          F#
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
     D#m7                  B
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
         F#
Like the book of John, like a barn door
         D#m7                                         B
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
      F#
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
      D#m7                  B             F#
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white

[Solo]
And red

[Bridge]
D#m7 B           C#sus4
     It don't matter who you are,
                                 B
got your back if that's what you need
              C#sus4                      B
'Cause at the end   of the day hey we all bleed
Red

[Chorus]
                F#
I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
              D#m7                                    B
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
          F#
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
     D#m7                  B
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
         F#
Like the book of John, like a barn door
         D#m7                                         B
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
      F#
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
      D#m7                  B
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white
    F#
And red

[Outro]
       D#m7
Yeah a wind torn flag that's blue and white
       F#
And red
           D#m7                               F#
Yeah a wind    torn flag that's blue and white
And red

Compases

[Intro]
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |

[Verse 1]
| F#     | - | D#m7 | - |
| F#     | - | D#m7 | - |
| F#     | - | D#m7 | - |
| F#     | - | D#m7 | - |
| C#sus4 | - |

Red
I'm talking 'bout the sun coming up,
and the sun going down
On a John Deere turning up a hard work check
Making that blue collar country boy's neck
Red
I'm talking 'bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday
night
At the end  of another long hot dry summer
'Tween the dust and the rust the trucks are half covered in
Red

[Pre-Chorus]
        | Badd9 | - |

Like a bloodhound
Tracking some white tail buck down

[Chorus]
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |

I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white

[Interlude]
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |

And red

[Verse 2]
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |

Red
I'm talkin' 'bout a county line stop sign full of bird shot
The cup  your beer's in sitting 'round a fire
Like your,
bank account when you bought them tires
That led

[Pre-Chorus]
| C#sus4 | - | Badd9 | - |

You down a dirt road and got some red  lips leaning
cross the console

[Chorus]
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |
| F# - | - - |

I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white

[Solo]
And red

[Bridge]
                 | D#m7 - | - B |
| C#sus4 - | - - | B    - | - - |
| C#sus4 - | - - | B    - | - - |

It don't matter who you are,
got your back if that's what you need
'Cause at the end   of the day hey we all bleed
Red

[Chorus]
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | - B |
| F# - | - - | D#m7 - | B - |
| F# - | - - |

I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart    your hands over cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red

[Outro]
         | D#m7 | - |
| F# | - | D#m7 | - |
| F# |

Yeah a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red
Yeah a wind    torn flag that's blue and white
And red

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