Country Senses chords by Katie Noel

• Capo on 3rd
• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: F

Intro:

C  Em  D


Verse 1:
           C
I hear the crickets
          Em
I see the birds
           D
I feel the wind
D
On my skin
                C
And I taste the sweet tea
             Em
I smell that fresh cut Timothy
                  Dm
So what does that mean?
Dm
Well, that means

Chorus:
  Bm        C
I sense the country running through me
         Em
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
             D
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
D
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
Bm         C
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
     Em
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
       D                               Bm
That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences
           C      G
My country senses
           D
My country senses


Verse 2:
  Bm      C
I hear an old hymn
      Em
I see God work in many ways
       D
I feel less of Him in a church
D
And more of Him fishing out on the lakе
      Bm        C
And I taste the peachеs
           Em
Smell that cobbler on the stove
        G          D
And I'm glad I was chose
D
I was chose


Chorus:
   Bm        C
To sense the country running through me
         Em
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
G            D
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
D
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
Bm         C
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
     Em                             G
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
       D
That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences


Bridge:
Em             C
And my country senses needed more before
       Em         C
I feel less of it when I'm gone
         D
I need a silhouette sky off the back of my horse
                                              Bm
I need to see my momma drinking coffee on the porch
        C
Need to touch and hear, smell and see
Em                  C
All the things that made me me
   D
So I can feel it, oh, so I can feel


Chorus:
              C
And sense the country running through me
          Em
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
             D
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
D
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
           C
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
     Em
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
       D
That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences
Bm         C      G
My country senses
           D
My country senses
           C      G
My country senses
           D
My country senses