Bag Of Weed chords by Grayson Capps

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
D A Bm G (Same chords and pattern repeat for the whole song)

Verse:
D                 A
Driving down that old dirt road
         Bm               G
Past the chicken man and the rusted out store
D                A
Wore out tires & Bags of trash
Bm              G
High on whisky, Low on cash
D            A
Tell your ma tell your pa
Bm                 G
Don’t you worry if I don’t call
D                           A
I’m out in the woods past the cypress grove
Bm
when I’m coming back baby
G

I don’t know


Chorus:
D                     A
I gotta bag of weed a case of beer
Bm
A little George Dickel’s
G
Some American spirits
D                       A
Spending the night out in the woods
Bm             G               D
Hope it might do me some good


Verse:
D                     A
View Crest House has burned and gone
         Bm               G
The cows in the pasture have all gone home
D                     A
Pond in the lowlands has done gone dry
         Bm               G
Blue sky days eternal nights
D                     A
You hurt me good you hurt me hard
         Bm               G
I never thought you’d go that far
D                     A
Love’s a lot like gasoline
         Bm               G
It might burn messy it might burn clean
D                     A
Don’t you worry don’t you cry
         Bm               G
I aint no verge of suicide
D                     A
Like an old snake shedding its skin
         Bm               G
Crawling out to crawl back in
D                     A
This human race
         Bm               G
Searching for my sacred place

Chorus 2:
D                     A
Spending the night out in the woods

Hoping it might de me some good
D                     A
Yeah yeah yeah
         Bm               G
Do me some good

Solo:


Verse:
D                     A
Everet don’t go out no more
         Bm               G
Except for maybe to the grocery store
D                     A
Likes to sit around his house and paint
         Bm               G
Naked things and things your going to think
D                     A
Young man Cory stole his car
         Bm               G
Trashed it to hell now its back in the yard
D                     A
No remorse, aint no shame
         Bm               G
Stands as a stature to a young mans game
D                     A
I aint pointing no fingers I can identify
         Bm               G
With a selfish man and his ability to lie
D                     A
But the cold hard truth is like a hammer in the teeth
         Bm               G
Hurts like hell and don’t give you no peace
D                     A
I’m out in the backwoods singing a song
         Bm               G
About a good man whose done gone wrong
D                     A
Trying to rise above it all
         Bm               G
While the leaves in the trees are starting to fall
D                     A
Making its way toward the cold hard freeze
         Bm               G
Aint it funny how this life can bring you to your knees.

Chorus 2:
D                     A
I sing my song with a simple refrain
         Bm               G
While the cold wind it turn to rain
D                     A
Red clay road turn to mud
         Bm               G
Cold brown liquor warms my blood
D                     A
Icicles hanging from the old barbed wire
         Bm               G
Its to wet outside to start a fire
D                     A
Spending the night in my pickup truck
         Bm               G
With the stereo and windows up

Chorus:
D                     A
Spending the night out in the woods
         Bm               G
Hoping it might do me some good
D                     A
Do me some good yeah yeah yeah