Kip Moore

Kip Moore

Blonde
Composição de (David Garcia/Josh Miller/Kip Moore/Steven Lee Olsen)
Intro: Bm G D (x2) 

verse 1 
Bm                           G          D 
I saw you in a magazine just the other day 
Bm                                                  G           D 
When they asked you where you came from, funny you forgot this place 
Bm                                                 G          D 
I guess you caught amnesia, we've been knowing you before Pre-K 
Bm                                   G        D 
Can't hide the real you behind that new fake name 


[Refrão]
A Bm You can chase the lights G D You can chase the fame A Bm Used to be the captain of the cheer team G D Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen A Bm Don't sell yourself long girl G D You must be confused F# Bm You ain't even Blonde girl G D Or even true to your roots, yeah Bm G D (x2) verse 2 Em I saw your Mama and your sister on Sunday Gm Your little brother starts school on Monday Em Your granddaddy'd roll over in his grave If he saw the way you changed
[Refrão]
A Bm You can chase the lights G D You can chase the fame A Bm Used to be the captain of the cheer team G D Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen A Bm Don't sell yourself long girl G D You must be confused F# Bm You ain't even Blonde girl G D Or even true to your roots A Bm Yeah, ah, ah G D Yeah, ah, ah A Bm G D Yeah, ah, ah, ah A Bm Yeah, ah, ah G D Yeah, ah, ah A Bm G D Yeah, ah, ah, ah Verses 3 Bm I used to love your lips girl G D They had a down home taste Bm So why'd you go and fill 'em girl G D Mess up the ones that God gave
[Refrão]
A Bm You can chase the lights G D You can chase the fame A Bm Used to be the captain of the cheer team G D Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen A Bm Don't sell yourself long girl G D You must be confused F# Bm You ain't even Blonde girl G D Or even true to your roots Outro A Bm We were right there when your Daddy wasn't G D We were there the first time you got drunk A Bm Couldn't even hold up your head G D So I picked you up and put you in bed A Bm My shirt dried your tears when Brett broke your heart G D I took the blame in that old cop car F# Bm Laughed when you choked on your first smoke G D A Bm Watching you now is a damn joke, yeah G D Yeah, ah, ah A Bm Yeah, ah, ah G D Yeah, ah, ah A Bm Yeah, ah, ah G D Yeah

Enviado por: Amanda Claudino

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