Purple Gas Zach Bryan

Purple Gas

Zach Bryan

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0:00 2:51
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 3/4
Tonalità: C
Capotasto:
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Testo

[Intro]
| G - C | G - - | -

[Verse 1]
G                   C         G                    C
I've got plates for purple gas 'Bout the only break
       G                     C
I catch But I am not the kind
      G
of man
                         C          G
To blame the dealer on a losing hand
                 C        G
Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky,
          C
the bright
      G
er it shines
                    C          G
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
                    C      G
A ton of grit or maybe it's spite

[Chorus]
    Am
And if I weren't a flatland boy,
    C
I'd say I have a hill
  Am                               C
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
   Am                                        C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
   Am                             C                 G
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
     C                     G
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 2]
  G                C         G
I hammer down, hair straight back
World blurs past,
        C            G                 C
tell me how's it that My horizon line's
   G
static
                      C         G
I guess at least it's a sure bet
                        C             G
Was taught to not throw the first fist But if you take a
                C
hit, finish that
son of a bitch
G                           C
 In a life having the upper hand's a myth
G                                 C
 Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit

[Chorus]
G    Am
 And if I weren't a flatland boy,
    C
I'd say I have a hill
  Am                               C
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
   Am                                        C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
   Am                             C                 G
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
     C                     G
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 3]
G                  C          G
Retired rail ties, point nine wire
                    C       G
Neighbor kid on the fencin' pliers
                 C        G
Fargo that turns over fine
                      C
At forty below if you cuss it right
G                  C    G
 A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
                           C     G
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio Mycin
You can dull the edge,
       C
you can look ahead
          Am                       G
But can't get there, it goes on forever
       Am              G
Oh, it just goes on forever
              Am
You keep your head down,
              G   C
it goes on forever

[Outro]
G    G                   C         G
 But I've got plates for purple gas
                    C      G
I've got plates for purple gas

Battute

[Intro]
| G - C | G - - | -

[Verse 1]
                    G - | C G - |
| - C G | - - C | G - - | C G - |
| - C G | - - C | G - - | C G - |
| - C G | - - - |

I've got plates for purple gas 'Bout the only break
I catch But I am not the kind
of man
To blame the dealer on a losing hand
Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky,
the bright
er it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of grit or maybe it's spite

[Chorus]
                 | Am - - | - C  - |
| - - Am | - - - | C  - - | - Am - |
| - - C  | - - - | Am - - | - C  - |
| G - -  | - C - | G  - - | -

And if I weren't a flatland boy,
I'd say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 2]
                            G - |
| C G - | - C G | - - C | G - - |
| C G - | - C G | - - C | G - - |
| C G - | - C

I hammer down, hair straight back
World blurs past,
tell me how's it that My horizon line's
static
I guess at least it's a sure bet
Was taught to not throw the first fist But if you take a
hit, finish that
son of a bitch
In a life having the upper hand's a myth
Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit

[Chorus]
               G  | - - - | Am - - |
| - C  - | - - Am | - - - | C  - - |
| - Am - | - - C  | - - - | Am - - |
| - C  - | G - -  | - C - | G  - - |
| -

And if I weren't a flatland boy,
I'd say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 3]
    G  - | C G -  | - C G | -  - C |
| G -  - | C G -  | - C G | -  - C |
| G -  - | C - Am | - G - | Am - G |
| - Am - | - - G  | - C

Retired rail ties, point nine wire
Neighbor kid on the fencin' pliers
Fargo that turns over fine
At forty below if you cuss it right
A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio Mycin
You can dull the edge,
you can look ahead
But can't get there, it goes on forever
Oh, it just goes on forever
You keep your head down,
it goes on forever

[Outro]
                      G | - - - |
| G - C | G - - | - - - | C G - |

But I've got plates for purple gas
I've got plates for purple gas

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