Fast Cars Guitars And Fine Tuned Women
Confederate Railroad
G
(início)
G G Momma rocked me in a cradle, Daddy rolled me in his arms, C G I been robin rolling, Lord, Lord, since the day I was born.
Interlude
G G ** G G **
Verse 1
G My baby blanket was a rebel flag, G I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag. C I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea. G Baby, long came [?] in an o'shea tree, D ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken. G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
Chorus
C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night. D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living. G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
Interlude
G G G G C C G G D D G G **
Verse 2
G Lord, I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen, G want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream. C I got my first car, I was hell on wheels, G I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal. D My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen. G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
Chorus
C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night. D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living. G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
Interlude
G G G G C C G G D D G G ** G G G G C C G G D D G G G/A G/Bb G/B
Outro 1
C G Yeah, I’m a man, I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night. D G To me raising hell it’s just another word for living. C G I’m a man I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living. G* Fast cars, guitars, some fined tuned women.
Outro 2
N.C. G G ** G G ** G F* F#* G* G*
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