Huntin Land Acordes

SONG:   HUNTIN' LAND
ARTIST: DUSTIN LYNCH ft. RILEY GREEN
VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/QWPmsJLoQG0
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM
 
NOTE: When Dustin Lynch plays this he has a capo on the 2nd fret.
 
                             HUNTIN' LAND
                     DUSTIN LYNCH ft. RILEY GREEN
 
CAPO: 2nd FRET
 
INTRO:
A
D
 
VERSE:
 A
She's always counting my beers and she's cutting me off
                                                          D
She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dogs
 
She never wants to party with me on the weekend
 D                             N.C.
She's always picking fights for no good reason, man
 
 A
She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck
                                            D
Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue
 
And my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all
N.C.
Her daddy's got huntin' land
 
 
CHORUS:
A                          D      A
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                      D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
                                    A
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
 
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                  A   A
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
 
 
VERSE:
 A
Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off
                                           D
Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall
 
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
 
But I's a deer in headlights when he told me about
 
 
CHORUS:
A                          D      A
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                      D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
 
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
 
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                   A   D  A
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
 
 
BREAK:
            E
I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons
       D                                         A
But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that
 
 
CHORUS:
 A
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                G     D
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
                                 A
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
 
A                             D     A
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                     D
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
                                   A  A  D  D
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
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