Purple Gas chords by Zach Bryan

• Capo on 5th
• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: G

Verse 1:
G                     C        G
I've got plates for purple gas
               C         G
'Bout the only break I catch
                 C         G
But I am not the kind of man
                         C        G
To blame the dealer on a losin' hand
                 C       G
Have a lone star in my eye
                        C             G
The darker the sky, the brighter it shines
                    C        G
Pumpjack checks and bailer twine
                      C         G
E   ton of a grit or maybe it's spite

Chorus:
    Am                                 C
And if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I'd have a hill
  Am                                 C
E   hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed
   Am                               C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
   Am                     G           C               G
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
     C                    G
If I weren't a flatland boy


Verse 2:
               C               G
I hammer down, hair straight back
                               C          G
The world blurs past, tell me, how's it that
           C           G
My horizon line's static?
                      C        G
I guess at least it's a sure bet
                        C           G
Was taught not to throw the first fist
                              C               G
But if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitch
                     C                G
In a life havin' the upper hand's a myth
                                 C             G
Your only fightin' chance is too stubborn to quit


Chorus:
    Am                                 C
And if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I'd have a hill
  Am                                 C
E   hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed
   Am                               C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
   Am                     G           C               G
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
     C                    G
If I weren't a flatland boy


Verse 3:
                   C            G
Retired rail ties, point nine wire
                    C         G
Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers
                 C      G
Fargo that turns over fine
                      C         G
At forty below if you cuss it right
               C         G
E   sly thumb of Rye sometimes
                           C       G
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin
                               C       G
You can dull the edge, you can look ahead
          Am                         G
But can't get there, it goes on forever
       Am                G
Oh, it just goes on forever
              Am                         G      C   G
You keep your head down, it goes on forever


Outro:
                        C        G
But I've got plates for purple gas
                    C        G
I've got plates for purple gas