Gettin Right chords by Frank Foster

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)


Intro:
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Verse 1:
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I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console.
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Got a twelve pack in the back in my oil field camo cooler, got it ice cold.
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I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home. There ain't but one thing that I wanna do,
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is get down where the river bends on the sandbar with my friends and drown these roughneck blues.

Chorus:
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Drop the gate on the truck,  turn the radio on.
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Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song."
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Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank
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and when the sun falls out of sight,
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you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight
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'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting Interlude: right.

Interlude:
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Verse 2:
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You got some pretty southern women dancing around in their bare feet.
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And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me.
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And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid cause they're hiding my wondering eyes.
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I spend my hard-earned money on these hicktown honeys. Y'all welcome to the good life.

Chorus:
           A augmentedA   E MajorE        D MajorD   D MajorD
Drop the gate on the truck,  turn the radio on.
   A augmentedA            E MajorE       D MajorD   D MajorD
Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song."
       A augmentedA            E MajorE
Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank
       D MajorD        D MajorD
and when the sun falls out of sight,
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you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight
       D MajorD
'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting Interlude: right.

Interlude:
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Bridge:
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 All we wanna do is have us a good time:
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 a little whiskey, a little beer, a little bit of that  apple pie moonshine.

Chorus:
           A augmentedA   E MajorE        D MajorD   D MajorD
Drop the gate on the truck,  turn the radio on.
   A augmentedA            E MajorE       D MajorD   D MajorD
Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song."
       A augmentedA            E MajorE
Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank
       D MajorD        D MajorD
and when the sun falls out of sight,
A augmentedA                E MajorE         D MajorD
you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight
       D MajorD
'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting Outro: right.

Outro:
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