Huntin Land Acordes

Dustin Lynch  Huntin Land  Feat Riley Green
Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xg2E_K-msg
 
This a standard tuning version with simple chords
Please don’t suggest advance chord changes
They will not be excepted
 
Key B capo 4
 
[Intro]
G    G    G    G
 
C    C    C    C
 
[Verse 1]
G
  She's always counting my beers and she's cutting me off
                                                         C
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       G
She's always picking fights for no good reason, man
G
  She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck
                                           C
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]
G                            C        G
  A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                     C
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
 
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
G                               C    G
  So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                    C
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
 
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
 
[Solo]
|  G  |  G  |  G  |  G  |
 
 
[Verse 2]
G
  Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off
                                          C
Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall
 
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
                                              G
But I's a deer in headlights when he told me about
 
[Chorus]
G                            C        G
  A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                     C
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
 
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
G                               C    G
  So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                    C
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
 
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
 
[Solo]
|  G  | G C |  G  |  G
 
[Bridge]
           D
I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons
      C
But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that
 
[Chorus]
G                            C        G
  A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                     C
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
 
Break her heart, lose the farm
 
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
G                               C    G
  So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
                                    C
Try to keep her happy, least till December
 
If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand
 
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
 
[Solo]
|  G  |  G  |  G  |  G  |
 
|  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |
X