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Primeiro acorde: A 4 acordes identificados

(VERSE I)

A D

Last year we had a bumper crop, When them white oak acorns started to drop

E A

So many I twisted my ankle walkin' to the stand

A D

Everywhere you look was a sweet resentin', Bigger round than a Florida lemon

E A

Was a white tail grocery store all over the land

A D

But this spring during turkey season, Jack frost came and he went to freezin'

E A

Everything with a bumble bee, a bud or a bloom

A D

Then summer came and there weren't no rain,Everybody said what a cryin' shame

E A

And the DNR predicted deer season was doomed

(PREChorus)

F# D

Well me and my buddies we got to thinking Sittin' around one night drinking

A E

How we gonna fill up our deer tags

F# D

Then a light went off I started to grin, I remembered 'bout my big grain bin

E

We started fillin' up fifty pound bags

[Refrão]

A D

Of them yella acorns They're worth their weight in gold

E A

Im gonna have more meat than my old deep freeze can hold

A D

With all them yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands

E A

Just don't get yourself busted by the man

VERSE II

A D

We filled us up a dump truck load My farm looked like the yella brick road

E A

Ain't this much corn in Nebraska or Illinois

A

Then a monster buck he come a sniffin around

D

I was about to lay that old hammer down

E A

When i heard a voice say "Get down from there, boy!"

A

Well I showed the warden my warnin' sign

D

That I posted up on my property line that said

E A

This here corns to feed the birds and the squirrels aight

A D E

Let me make just one thing clear, Any deer caught feedin' here is trespassin'

A

And will be shot on sight

(PREChorus)

F# D

And then he slipped them cuffs around my arms, Took all I had except the farm

A E

Took my truck my gun, took my cold beer

F# D

Now the only deer that I see is on TV and in the magazines

E

And I learned my lesson and now im steerin' clear

[Refrão] A D

Of them yella acorns, They'll land your butt in jail

E A

This orange jumpsuit ain't worth an ol' white tail

A D

Yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands

E A

Just don't get yourself busted by the man

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