Cifra de Boots On The Ground - Lauren Alaina
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Primeiro acorde: D 7 acordes identificados
Intro: D
[Verso 1]
D
Had a hell of a week, down on my luck
D
Propped up my feet, said, "Bottoms up"
D
At the end of the bar, Scotch in his hand
D
Hat on his head, said, "Vietnam"
I swear, all of sudden, I felt lucky for a change
We might be under the same neon
Em
But we ain't the same
[Refrão]
G A
I slipped on my leather Luccheses
D Bm7
He tied up them army green laces
G A
Mine were made for going out all night
D Bm7
His were made for running straight into the fight
G A
I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet
D Bm7
I can raise hell 'cause he walked right through it
Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt
I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool
A D G D Bm A
Without them boots on the ground
[Verso 2]
D
I can't imagine what all he saw
D
Maybe he fought with my grandpa
D
I got up, made my way over
D
Just had to tap him on the shoulder
I thanked him for his service, he said he'd do it all again
I thought whiskey'd be my hero here tonight, then I met him
[Refrão]
G A
I slipped on my leather Luccheses
D Bm7
He tied up them army green laces
G A
Mine were made for going out all night
D Bm7
His were made for running straight into the fight
G A
I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet
D Bm7
I can raise hell 'cause he walked right through it
Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt
I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool
A Bm7
Without them boots on the ground
[Ponte]
I'm gonna get to kick 'em off when I get home
I'm gonna think about how some of them don't
Instrumental:
D Bm A D G D Bm
[Refrão]
G A
I slipped on my leather Luccheses
D Bm7
He tied up them army green laces
G A
Mine were made for going out all night
D Bm7
His were made for running straight into the fight
G A
I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet
D Bm7
I can raise hell 'cause he walked right through it
Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt
I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool
A D G D
Without them boots on the ground
Bm A D G D Bm D
Without them boots on the ground