Cifra de Bleeding Blue - Seth Anthony
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[Intro]
C#m C#m A F#m
C#m C#m A C#m
[Chorus]
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Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn (dawn)
C#m E
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun (gun)
[Verse]
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Been through it all came from nothing
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Paid my dues yeah I did my suffering
A
Never had a silver spoon came from hustling
F#m
Freedom on the line but I kept on juggling
C#m
Daddy died, got on the grind
Whisky and women, lost my mind
A
Kind of thoughts made it hard to see
And the smoke in my lungs made it hard to breathe
C#m
Momma died, God what you want from me?
E
Devil on my side dressed like a referee
A
Try to hold me back fake friends and family
F#m
Snakes in the grass but that's reality
C#m
Envy in the eye, end up in tragedy
E
Karma's a bitch, expect some casualties
A
Street smarts yeah, I got the strategy
F#m
Gotta make moves 'fore my sins catch up with me
C#m
We ride never worried about the fall
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Ain't a perfect dude but I been told y'all
A
Always kept it real stood ten toes tall
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Never folded under pressure when I'm up against the wall
C#m
American made tatted on my grave
No pity for a coward run through my veins
A
Stepped in the game and I took the reign
Just a good ol' boy with them outlaw ways
[Chorus]
C#m E
Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn (dawn)
C#m E
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun (gun)
C#m E
Blue collar, born and raised
Right hand on my heart, that's where it's gonna stay (stay)
C#m E
Simple man, nah we ain't changed
Just some good ol' boys, yeah
N.C.
American made
[Verse]
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The crimes always worth it when you working for a purpose
A F#m
Came up out the furnace, belt and boots made a serpent
Certain people from my past never made it to the present
Even if the day ain't pleasant I still treat it as a blessing
C#m E
Lessons from bad decisions left me in bad conditions
A F#m
Couldn't see past the prisons, I died in my premonitions
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Survived off my intuition, and hollow tip ammunition
A F#m
Dirty money never lasts long when karma takes commission
C#m E
Listen to the kids when being gone made 'em hurt more
A F#m
Nothing lasts forever unless it's something that you worked for
C#m E
Get it out the mud so we ain't dirt poor
Made it to the top of the building but we started on the first floor
[Chorus]
C#m E
Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn (dawn)
C#m E
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun (gun)
C#m E
Blue collar, born and raised
Right hand on my heart, that's where it's gonna stay (stay)
C#m E
Simple man, nah we ain't changed
Just some good ol' boys,
N.C.
American made (made)
[Outro]
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