Kip Moore – Silver And Gold (Guitar)

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Life is heavy, so heavy

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Like a weight on your shoulders

A                              D   E
And it comes at you hard and fast

             A     D E
Like a steamroller

A                                 D    E
So, you dig in your boots, dirty boots

                     A      D E
Like a blue-collar soldier

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'Cause you know if you don't, it'll run you

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  Run you right over

A                         D    E
Love is a friend 'til it falls

      A      D E
For another

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Then it feels like a knife in your back

            A      D E
From your brother

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And hope is the blanket that you keep

      A      D E
Undercover

A                                  D    E
But you cling to it hard, like a child

      A
To its mother

         D    E
To its mother

D               A
I don't know a lot

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But I've learned a little somethin'

               A
You make your luck

                        E
When you see the rain comin'

D                 A
And faith is the one thing

E                   F#m
  You better start trustin'

        D                  E               A
'Cause all the silver and gold add up to nothin'

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Well, I had a girl, good girl

                        A      D E
The kind a boy should treasure

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Easy on my heart, easy on my mind

                     A      D E
Had a good thing together

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Well, I wanted more, little more

             A       D E
So, I went searchin'

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Ended up with nothing but a lonely heart

                     A
And a whole lotta hurtin'

                     D      E
Just a whole lotta hurtin'

D               A
I don't know a lot

           E                A       D
But I've learned a little somethin'

               A
You make your luck

                        E
When you see the rain comin'

D                 A
And faith is the one thing

E                   F#m
  You better start trustin'

        D                  E               A
'Cause all the silver and gold add up to nothin'

A                                  D      E
Well, I chased fame, and I chased fortune

                 A      D E
With this old guitar

A                                  D
And good whiskey knows I tasted both

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In every honky tonk, in every cowboy bar

A                                  D      E
Well, I looked around, and all I found

         A      D E
I was stranded

A                      D      E
Holdin' the bag, greenbacks

            A                  D      E
But empty-handed, just empty-handed

D               A
I don't know a lot

           E                A       D
But I've learned a little somethin'

               A
You make your luck

                        E
When you see the rain comin'

D                 A
And faith is the one thing

E                   F#m
  You better start trustin'

        D                  E               A      D E
'Cause all the silver and gold add up to nothin'

A
All the silver and gold

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All the silver and gold