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Yelawolf

8 songs|20 chords used|Medium

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Chords used

C#m

F#m

C#5

A#5

Eb5

Daylight

Key: DmMedium

DmDaylight, woah dCaylight

GDaylight, is Fcoming again

DmWhiskey, woah wChiskey

GmWhiskey, my only friend

DmC

DmGot me a bottle, lookin' out at my El Dorado

DmSmokin' a barro, whip up an egg and avocado

DmI'm on the porch like a slummy Ralph Lauren model

DmFlannel shirt like a lumberjack choppin' a log-o

DmPistol next to the ashtray, no bow and arrow

DmGot blah blah though, knock the beef outcha top nacho

DmI'm livin' life like there is a tomorrow

DmI'm slow motion, I'm slow cookin'

DmThe crock pot holds potatoes

DmI smell the storm comin', I like watching a sorrow

DmI like watching that muddy water fillin' up the potholes

DmI like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songs

DmSo I can think long; an aficionado

DmRaindrops on the string hit: a pizzicato

DmI'm free-fallin', the airplane pilot's on idle

DmFreezer lookin' like I hit the lotto

DmAnd I got beer colder than a Colorado hollow

DmDo you follow?

DmAnd just like the howlin' wolf

A couple sips down and it's notGmhin' but blues

CAlcohol and rain, now that's what grown men do

DmYou keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof

DmCause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof

DmI pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmCall me what you want but don't call past two

DmUnless you got some liquor to contribute

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmWhen the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof

DmI pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmCall me what you want but don't call past two

DmUnless you got some liquor to contribute

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmDrinkin' 'til I'm heavily faded

DmAll the sudden the suds I'm sippin' got me feelin' edumacated

DmI complicate the uncomplicated

DmMy drinkin' partners are the greatest

DmMe and my buddy, Jack Davis

DmDaniels, whatever, we Jimmy Beamin', if we get lucky, maybe

DmWe get a visit from the baby King 13 and go fuckin' crazy

DmTen racks for a crystal chandelier full of liquid swazy

DmNow Patsy Cline got me walkin' after midnight

DmI'm tippin' the neck, gotta make sure to keep the lid tight

DmWas sittin' up with attention and now I just sit like

DmSlump down in my chair like a pimp, pondering this life

DmI'm the great grandson of Otis Williams

DmPart of me's Cherokee, the other part is a pilgrim

DmSo me and firewater's like splittin' me up the middle

DmOne's tryin' to love him, the other one's tryin' to kill a man

DmAnd just like the howlin' wolf

A couple sips down and it's notGmhin' but blues

CAlcohol and rain, now that's what grown men do

DmYou keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof

DmCause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof

DmI pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmCall me what you want but don't call past two

DmUnless you got some liquor to contribute

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmWhen the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof

DmI pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmCall me what you want but don't call past two

DmUnless you got some liquor to contribute

DmTo get down, to get down I get loaded down

DmTo get down I get loaded

DmDaylight, woah dCaylight

GDaylight, is Fcoming again

DmWhiskey, woah wChiskey

GmWhiskey, my only friend

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American You

Key: AMedium

C#m

F#m

I like to play this song like this:

AC#mDAF#mEDA

AC#mDA

F#mEDA

A Man you got it C#mall worked out, don't you,D old pair of shAoes

F#m Never wear your hEeart on your sleeve 'cause it dDon't go with the sAuit

A You got a bC#mad, bad woman with a yDoung little pretty fAace

F#m They told you not to gEo get married but you wDent and did it anywAay

Singin'A, oh swC#meet sounds of AmDerican yAou

F#m Never miss a SEunday service, never gDot tattAoos

A Every time we drC#mive by wavin', I sDee right thrAough

TudutF#mudutEudu, fDuck you tAoo

A Mama said steer clC#mear of the devil so you nDever played in the rAoad

F#m Always lookin' Eon the bright side, so you nDever see the pothAoles

A You got a hC#mouse on a hill, big nDews, that's a big dAeal

F#m Big party with your bEig time friends, man imDagine how that fAeels

Singin'A, oh swC#meet sounds of AmDerican yAou

F#m Never miss a SEunday service, never gDot tattAoos

A Every time we drC#mive by wavin', I sDee right thrAough

TudutF#mudutEudu, fDuck you tAoo

A I believe in the mC#modest dream, ain't lDookin' for a pot of gAold

A F#m6 pack and some gEood marijuana I can wDatch my mama rAoll

A I believe I can bC#muy a few things like a hDouse with a nice pAool

InvF#mite my nobody frEiends to the party and we'll bDe in it, fuck yAou

You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle

20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama

You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow

Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's

A Your daddy told you that gC#mirl was nothin' but a problem

BDut you fell in love 'cause to yAou she was like a supermodel

F#m And they told you not to gEo get married but you wDent and did it anywAay, it ain't no problem

You make sAomethin' out of nothin', you make mC#money for a livin'

Pushin' buttDons, stickin' digits, flippin' bAurgers in the kitchen

With the vF#mision, you've been dreamin', you've been sEavin', you've been given nothin' but shit

But you tDake it 'cause you're pAatient in this prison

Fuck everybAody visitin', it ain't thC#mem who gotta live in this skin

With Dall these tattoos that you gAot, it fuckin' offends them

If it's yF#mou that I'm speakin' to, you mEust be my extension

I take my drDink up and sip it, take my hAat off and tip it, SlumericAan

Oh swC#meet sounds of AmDerican yAou

F#m Never miss a SEunday service, never gDot tattAoos

A Every time we drC#mive by wavin', I sDee right thrAough

TudutF#mudutEudu, fDuck you tAoo

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Best Friend

Key: AmEasy

ainAm't never been much ofC the church type

Em but I believe in the last days

Am I walk through HCell almost every night

Em but I believe it's a pathway

Am Say boy what you dCoin' with your life

Em With those tattoos on your face

Am Say boy you knCow that you'll pay the price

Em Well I guess I'll see when I head that way

Am G To the father son and hEmoly spirit

I hold you nearest

My bAmest friend best friGend

Let the trumpets blow with yCour appearance

I can Emalmost hear it

My bAmest friend best friGend

When you wish me Hell upon my sEmoul and spirit

behold these lyrics

I got a bAmest friend best friGend

Yeah I got a bCest friend best friEmend yeah

Verse 2

AmI don't know much aboCut Holy bibles

Embut I grew up in the bible belt

AmI put my love for a wComan on idle

because I got beat with my mama's belt

Ambut I learned from myC mistakes

EmTry hard to respect people for what they believing in

Ambut if you spit on myC fucking grave

Emand wish me Hell then I wish you well

I'm send you straight up to my best friend

Am G To the father son and hEmoly spirit

I hold you nearest

My bAmest friend best friGend

Let the trumpets blow with yCour appearance

I can Emalmost hear it

My bAmest friend best friGend

When you wish me Hell upon my sEmoul and spirit

behold these lyrics

I got a bAmest friend best friGend

Yeah I got a bCest friend best friEmend yeah

Verse 3

Amgod please would you arm me with the armor

ThCey call me when there's drama like gandhi

could have Emgone the other way many times

could have turned dalai with the lama

but I squash mAmy beefs when things seem to be looking decent

CRecently but don't jinx it

It's like clinEmt eastwood looking for peace

Though maybe no finny enter

The priesthood but at least should

Make an aAmttempt to show some remorse

and then be some sort of a rCepenter

for the people I've been a menEmace to

Not a preacher but a shit starting finisher

In the mind of a thick sAmkin but a short temper

This patience of mine isC thinner

Than twine is when I Emget attacked

So I might say something back that might offend you

So if you don't likAme when I rap

What I have to say onC the mic then you

Might wanna act jusEmt like quarterbacks Am

and take a f***n hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner

bust balls and inCtestines

and ain't never been Emyes men

They gon' tell me when I'm f***n up

The minute I'm ever giving it less than

I'm about to vomiAmt and I can feel it coming

cause failure's soCmething I can barely stomach

and I only lEmisten to my guts

So unless you're my f***n belly button

don't tell me nothin'

You ain't my Am(best friend best friend)

CWho you think I'm talking 'bout

EmLifts me up when I'm down and out

Still look to him without a doubt

Still got a (Ambest friend best frieCnd) Em

Am G To the father son and hEmoly spirit

I hold you nearest

My bAmest friend best friGend

Let the trumpets blow with yCour appearance

I can Emalmost hear it

My bAmest friend best friGend

When you wish me Hell upon my sEmoul and spirit

behold these lyrics

I got a bAmest friend best friGend

Yeah I got a bCest friend best friEmend yeah

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Punk

Key: DHard

DI'm a million lGmightyears away from the dark

A thousand miles and running

GmCountry boy can survive

I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'

GmBackseat full of crooks

CmPen and paper, this one's for the books

Pack it, wGmrap it, seal it, send it

To the corner in a Travis Caddy

GmEverybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall

Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in

GmAnd with this shit we're gonna have a ball

EbSwing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe

CmCatfish Billy and a Dobro

GmI'm Psycho White?oh no

I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile

EbComin' out for the kill

I don't gamble

I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal

I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a sGmemi-truck

Then get drunk and run amuck

With every single one of my misfits

Bitch, that's how we're showin' up

EbWith them lowriders on the west side

Lift kits from the south

Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house

I'm on my Gmnew shit, still ready and ruthless

A public nuisance

But I feel right at Gmhome

CmYeah, since they're sleepin' on me, leEbt me wake 'em up

GmGot the world in my palm, watch me shake it up

CmEverything I'm talkin' real, I ain't maEbke it up

GmI know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck

CmBut I ain't givin' up, EbI'd rather live it up

GmEverybody sound the same, you need to switch it up

GmThey still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up

DBut I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

DI don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

Still bumpin' Three C6 all day, Hank Williams all day

So pGmromenade when the lights in the ballroom swing

And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass

Make you waGmnna tear the club up and go tattoo your face

GmCountry boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes

EbGot a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock

CmWith a cop I'm a nervous wreck

GmI never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take

And I leave you with nothing left

EbBut mama tried

EbMama tried to harvest early and the pot died

If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied

GmLeave these haters with a cane to walk

Take these lames with a grain of salt

GmAll I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story

Paint the wall from AlaEbbama to Atlanta

From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view

To center who my friends, the men around me was

The culture is that sGmlum, and I'm not alone

I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home

CmYeah, since they're sleepin' on me, leEbt me wake 'em up

GmGot the world in my palm, watch me shake it up

CmEverything I'm talkin' real, I ain't maEbke it up

GmI know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck

CmBut I ain't givin' up, EbI'd rather live it up

GmEverybody sound the same, you need to switch it up

GmThey still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up

DBut I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

DI don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck A

And the whole world is yEbours

This I know, because Nas told me so

Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick

Let's go, I've got it craGmnked, it's parked out front

I'm a wanted Gmman and I'm on the run

EbAnd I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies

With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies

And show 'em this country savvy

GmI, am, YEbelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at hCmome

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Marijuana

Key: CHard

C#5

A#5

Eb5

Riff 1:

C#5Marijuana

A#5

Eb5 20 F5pounds in the trunkEb5, Momma F5been growin' that skunkEb5,Green rF5oom looks like a warzone

Eb5Dirty water F5drips from the hydro pumpsEb5, DaddyF5 got me sweepin' leaves

Eb5Pickin' up F5shake, Makin tea, Eb5brownies, cF5ookies, Serving all the hippies, Eb5Nickel saF5cks

Bet, hit me Eb5Dixie F5boy , Smoker's toy, Eb5ParaphoniliF5a, you enjoy, Eb5Grow it pacF5k it

then deploy Eb5Summertime F5job, come get employedEb5 , EvideF5nce destroyed Eb5Family biz F5

evidently boyEb5, Duckin'F5 in the police boy, Eb5All for the loveF5 of

C5Marijuana , Growin' it up, Cut it down

C#5Pack it up , Pass it around, Everybody loves some , Marijuana

C5 makes you happy, Feelin' stupid

A#5Girls get horny, When they use it, Everybody smokes some, Marijuana

Eb5 CF5an't get caught by the RoscoEb5, So we stufF5fin' this green like a taco

Eb5 FF5eelin' like we hit a brick lotto, Eb5Putting F5dents in the street like a pot hole

Eb5 WF5e pot hold, in the backwoods,Eb5 2 tone F5box Chevy with the black hood

Eb5Seats F5come out all packed up, Eb5P's for theF5 18 like a Mac truck,Eb5 You a dopF5e boy? So what

Eb5If I gave youF5 my connect, You'd blow up, Eb5Sawed off F5layin' flat on the sofa

Eb5 They'll twist F5that lid like a sodaEb5, Uncle CrittF5er putting plugs on the motor

Eb5 We gotta F5get to Tennessee no holdups,Eb5 We ain't geF5tting rich bitch, We getting over

Eb5All F5for the love of

C5Marijuana , Growin' it up, Cut it down

C#5Pack it up , Pass it around, Everybody loves some , Marijuana

C5 makes you happy, Feelin' stupid

A#5Girls get horny, When they use it, Everybody smokes some, Marijuana

Eb5 CrowbaF5r sits in the carjack,Eb5 Fill the gaF5s tank up with a fun pack

Eb5 Son I F5don't wanna see you til' you come back

Eb5If you get caF5ught, you know where the money's at

Eb5Throwing lF5oose rocks on a dirt road, Eb5Police onF5 your throat like a chokehold

Eb5Rollin' throuF5gh town with a boatload,Eb5 I'm feelF5in' like a trailer park mogul

Eb5Sweat can't rF5oll down the windows,Eb5 Cuz the F5doors jammed up with the elbows

Eb5I think I seeF5 cops, I can't tell thouEb5gh, If I ride F5too close, they'll smell dope

Eb5My phone blowF5in' up, I promise, ThEb5ey waitinF5' on the package from the runner

Eb5I made enouF5gh just for the summer, Eb5All for tF5he love of

C5Marijuana , Growin' it up, Cut it down

C#5Pack it up , Pass it around, Everybody loves some , Marijuana

C5 makes you happy, Feelin' stupid

A#5Girls get horny, When they use it, Everybody smokes some, Marijuana

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Get Mine

Key: EMedium

EEmngine, engine number 9

DOn that Mason-Dixon line

GChasing whiskey, sipping shine

AmGripping nickel plated nines

So Emyou get yours and I'll get mine

DYou get yours and I'll get mine

GYou get yours and I'll get mine

N.C.

You get yours and I'll get mine

N.C.

I'm a motherfucking boondock killer, Mossberg filler

King of the drop, they'll never be much iller

Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger,

roll over your Mercedes

N.C.

And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter

Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater

Tell the police they can keep knocking,

N.C.

we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch,

keep watching

N.C.

Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake

and the beat so hard, make the tempo break

N.C.

And the next door neighbor wanna relocate uh

You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes,

and I'm moving 20 P's at a time

N.C.

Black sheep, son of a landmine

The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I

EmEngine, engine number 9

DOn that Mason-Dixon line

GChasing whiskey, sipping shine

AmGripping nickel plated nines

So Emyou get yours and I'll get mine

DYou get yours and I'll get mine

GYou get yours and I'll get mine

N.C.

You get yours and I'll get mine

Scratches: DJ Klever

DmHold up, hold up, one time for the DJ

Am(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

EmSo motherfucking outta tuGne hAmit

EmDon't tell me to turn up trap or tGune Amin!

EmAnd because no new bitch to Gdo

AmIt's the same bDitch and you just bought her new tits

EmAnd I don't give two fucks about you're two sips

DWouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits

GBlack sheep son of a land mine

The cAmaboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I

EmEngine, engine number 9

DOn that Mason-Dixon line

GChasing whiskey, sipping shine

AmGripping nickel plated nines

So Emyou get yours and I'll get mine

DYou get yours and I'll get mine

GYou get yours and I'll get mine

AmYou get yours and IEm'll get mine

EmHarley Davidsons blowing it down BrAmoadway

EmRock this motherfucking like three, the hard Amway

EmBones, Klever, shotgun stage kiAmller

EmSu, Wu, Tang riding goAmrilla

EmOpen the doors to the venue and let the sAmlums in

EmWeed smoke and whiskey like a tAmornado whip

EmThe south is in it, dAmeep in it with bump

EmBe funky, the tree trunk gon' sAmpeed bump

EmAnother round and the coAmps might have to hold me down

EmIf you don?t know me you?ll Amknow me after I hit the ground

EmRittz filling my cAmup up until I get the ground

EmPack this bitch to the ceiling and kill 'em and Billy now

EmMade a career drinking beer, anarchy and wDanted

My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"

GBlack sheeps son of a landmine

The cAmaboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I

EmEngine, engine number 9

DOn that Mason-Dixon line

GChasing whiskey, sipping shine

AmGripping nickel plated nines

So Emyou get yours and I'll get mine

DYou get yours and I'll get mine

GYou get yours and I'll get mine

AmYou get yours and IEm'll get mine

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Till It's Gone

Key: EmMedium

Em I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now

I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load

I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh

I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on

I ain't nobodies crutch

I ain't the money man, with your money, man

You ain't looking at me

I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son

You ain't looking at free

I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out

Ain't got no check for em'

If you chCecking in, mothafucka, check this Emout

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But I'm not a fAmool, there's no need to pretEmend

And just because yDou got yourself in some shCit

It doesn't mean I have to cBome deal with Emit

You handle your Down when you become a mCan

And become a mAman when you handle your Emown

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But what can I do if I dBo till it's gEmone? Oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?

Em I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now

I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around

I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you finally found

This ain't no free rent

Come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me down

I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean

Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break

'Cause I hold up the weight for the team

I'm not the gold watch

And the new truck that your scheming to check out

Unless your looking to check out

What a mess nowEm (come on)

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But I'm not a fAmool, there's no need to pretEmend

And just because yDou got yourself in some shCit

It doesn't mean I have to cBome deal with Emit

You handle your Down when you become a mCan

And become a mAman when you handle your Emown

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But what can I do if I dBo till it's gEmone? Oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?

Em I jump to the sky for my people

I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal

Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame

When you come around me telling me I've changed

Damn, right I've fucking changed

When there's fucking change in my pocket hit the bucket

It was a rocking all a sudden

I went from shopping without nothing

To going shopping for my cousins

Now that the cops know that I'm buzzing,

They wanna drop me in the oven

Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"

Hip hop, you gotta love it

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But I'm not a fAmool, there's no need to pretEmend

And just because yDou got yourself in some shCit

It doesn't mean I have to cBome deal with Emit

You handle your Down when you become a mCan

And become a mAman when you handle your Emown

Ain't much I can dDo, but I do what I cCan

But what can I do if I dBo till it's gEmone? Oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh, oh

Till it's gEmone, oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh, oh

Till it's gone, oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?

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Devil In My Veins

Key: DmEasy

DmAmG

DmADm

DmLately AmI've Gbeen afraid of myself

DmThe closer Amthat I get to Grain

DmThe more I feel at hAmome, the Gfurther I'm away

And Dmall that I Afeel is Dmpain

DmCount me, Amcount me, Gcall my name

DmDon't leave me Amout in Gchain

cDmrimson tears fallingAm and my shirt Gis blood-stained

And the Dmdevil's Aforever in my Dmveins

DmOoooooAmooooooooGoooo

DmOoooooAmooooooooGooo

And the Dmdevil's Aforever in my Dmveins

The Dmmorning's a Amcross I Gbear when I wake

DmAm I Amasleep? Have I Gbroken my faith?

DmDown on my Amknees, can you Ghear me when I pray?

DmOr am I a Alittle too Dmlate

DmCount me, Amcount me, Gcall my name

DmDon't leave me Amout in Gchain

Dmcrimson tears fAmalling and my Gshirt is blood-stained

And the Dmdevil's Aforever in my Dmveins

DmOoooooAmooooooooGoooo

DmOoooooAmooooooooGooo

And the Dmdevil's Aforever in my Dmveins

Final Chorus

DmCount me, Amcount me, Gcall my name

DmDon't leave me Amout in Gchain

CDmrimson tears falAmling and my Gshirt is blood-stained

And the Dmdevil's Aforever in my Dmveins

(Listen for the ritardando)

And the Dmdevil's Aforvever in my Dmveins

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