Cifra de Blame Your Upbringing - Raine Christian
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[Intro ]
D Cadd9 G
D Cadd9 G
[Verso 1]
I got my windows rolled down in this jacked up truck
I'm looking for some mud for me to get stuck
I got my boots on the dash, there's a yeti in the back
And chillin' on ice is a six-pack
With the city in my rear, there ain't no lookin' back
[Refrão]
I'm from a small town
Where they know my name at Casey's
G D/F#
Used to drive the strip, sippin' Freez' from Tasty's
G Cadd9 Em D
But lately, big city creeping where the corn rows used to grow
I'm doing anything I can to get away
Hit the lake, catch a wake, grab a beer, drop a gate
Can't wait to hear those crickets singing again
And if you don't dig that, blame your upbringing
Cadd9 G Cadd9 G D
[Verso 2]
Tree swingin', crackin' some tunes in the moonlight
A jar full of flies while I improvise at this campfire
D Cadd9
Floodlights floodin', steaks on the grill
G
Don't think it gets any better
Em D
Put the city in my rear, and I ain't lookin' back
[Refrão]
I'm from a small town
Where they know my name at Casey's
G D/F#
Used to drive the strip, sippin' Freez' from Tasty's
G Cadd9 Em D
But lately, big city creeping where the corn rows used to grow
I'm doing anything I can to get away
Hit the lake, catch a wake, grab a beer, drop a gate
Can't wait to hear those crickets singing again
And if you don't dig that, blame your upbringing
Cadd9 G Cadd9 G D
[Ponte]
I'm from a small town
Where we love to sit and visit at Cruise Night and County Seat
A growin'-up town, the kind you want your kids to see
[Refrão]
I'm from a small town
Where they know my name at Casey's
G D/F#
Used to drive the strip, sippin' Freez' from Tasty's
G Cadd9 Em D
But lately, big city creeping where the corn rows used to grow
I'm doing anything I can to get away
Hit the lake, catch a wake, grab a beer, drop a gate
Can't wait to hear those crickets singing again
And if you don't dig that, blame your upbringing
Cadd9 G Cadd9 G D
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