Big Trucks chords by Savannah Dexter

INTRO:   G# A D#m

Yeah



CHORUS:
G#
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#                                             A   D#m
I promise I'm gonna have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#
I'm a product of the south all I do is act up
G#                                            A      D#m
I've been drinkin' since eleven every time I get drunk

G#
I get stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#                       A       D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#                         A      D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

VERSE:
G#
Raise your, raise your, raise your neck back
G#
Lookin' up that super jacked, super duty max
G#           A                  D#m
Blacked out from the front to the back
G#
Console packed full of green and magazines
G#                                           A    D#m
But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read

G#
Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck
G#                                            A    D#m
Well pay attention suckers Demun Jones is pullin' up
G#
Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt
G#
Logos in the head rest, Jones County stand up

G#
Hollar at your boy and I'ma get right with ya
G#                                                A      D#m
I didn't mean to cause a scene, go ahead and take you a picture
G#
I'm a big truck boss, flossin' so photogenic
G#                                                A  D#m
Somebody grab me a ladder and I'll be down in a minute



CHORUS:
G#
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#                                             A   D#m
I promise I'm gonna have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#
I'm a product of the south all I do is act up
G#                                            A      D#m
I've been drinkin' since eleven every time I get drunk

G#
I get stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#                       A       D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#                         A      D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

VERSE:
G#
I'm, I'm lovin' it
G#
Big pipes ?: shuttle lift
G#                      A     D#m
Truck so high I could ?: under it
G#
Big wheels spin on every truck that I'm in
G#                                          A   D#m
I call 'em upper cuts 'cause they come up to my chin

G#
Bass bumpin', turn left, the frame rubbin'
G#
Pull up on your break pumpin'
A       D#m
Dare somebody to say somethin'
G#
Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin'
G#                                      A           D#m
Now drop it down watch a country girl shake somethin'

G#
Feel like I'm playin' tic-tak-toe
G#                                                   A  D#m
The way I got these men textin' me, these ex's and hoes
G#
Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup
G#                          A    D#m
Country girl with a big ol' butt

VERSE:
G#
Got that big ol' diesel whistlin'
G#
Speakers knockin' listenin' to Upchurch up in Michigan
G#             A      D#m
Talkin' or ya hopin' in
G#
Put the Micky Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' them
G#                                A         D#m
Pocket full of stones, don't try to box me in

G#
 : when you hear it gotta turn the volume up
G#                                          A   D#m
Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk
G#
I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I ain't ever get stuck
G#                                          A     D#m
How's the view down there in that rutt lookin' up

G#
Flyin' by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten
G#                                        A  D#m
Sittin' high drinkin' apple pie, there she go again
G#
Tryna rev my engine up, actin' like she wanna uhh
G#                                                 A         D#m
I'm just tryna get her home and watch her shake that big ol' butt

CHORUS:
G#
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#                                         A       D#m
I promise I'm gonna have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
G#
I'm a product of the south all I do is act up
G#                                          A       D#m
I've been drinkin' since eleven every time I get drunk

G#
I get stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#                     A      D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
G#
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) It's Dustin Leigh
A     D#m
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

VERSE:
G#
I pull up lookin' down (Down)
G#
Two only wheels on the ground (Ground)
G#                                           A       D#m
Think you see a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds

G#
It's Dustin Leigh I'm the party boy
G#
Ride around in a Tonka Toy
G#                                           A           D#m
When I show my face all the country girls go bonkers for me

G#
I'm lifted up, lifted up to the sky
G#                                A        D#m
You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side
G#
A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry
G#
It's only noon but I ain't cryin'
A       D#m
'Bout to turn up, yeah, it's time

G#
Trucks so damn stupid they might cut it a check
G#                                  A      D#m
My wheels built for dirt incase I go off track
G#
I don't know it all but I know for a fact
G#                                           A       D#m
Real men like their truck beefy like Sav from the back
D#m
Yeah I'm a...

OUTRO:
G#
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
G#
I promise I'm gonna have you lookin' up