Huntin Land

(início)

INTRO:
A
D
VERSE:
 A
She's always counting my beers and she's cutting me off
                                                          D
She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dogs
She never wants to party with me on the weekend
 D                             N.C.
She's always picking fights for no good reason, man
 A
She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck
                                            D
Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue
And my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all
N.C.
Her daddy's got huntin' land
CHORUS:
A                          D      A
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                      D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
                                    A
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                  A   A
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
VERSE:
 A
Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off
                                           D
Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
But I's a deer in headlights when he told me about
CHORUS:
A                          D      A
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                      D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                   A   D  A
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
BDA K:
            E
I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons
       D                                         A
But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that
CHORUS:
 A
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                G     D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
                                 A
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                   A  A  D  D
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land