Misc Originals – Curt Buchan - New Shade Of Red (Guitar)

Am      G      C
Workin all day long,

F         G         C
saving my money for one,

        Am      G            C
of those pretty guitars I’ve seen,

     C        G        C
and a pair of new blue jeans,

Am         G      C
 Copenhagen in my cheek,

F       G             C
finally finished this week,

       Am        G            C
pouring concrete walls in the burning sun,

    C        G         C
I’m ready to have some fun,

F            C         G         Am
Painting the town a new shade of red,

    F             C             G
And singing these songs til the parties dead,

          F       C                 G              Am
If you’re drinkin tonight you better sleep in your car,

    F          C           G          Am
When last calls heard from across the bar,

    F          C           G
When last calls heard from across the bar

  Am       G           C
We head on down to the bar,

   F         G      C
she hops out of her car,

     Am            G             C
with those long tan legs and her golden hair,

      C        G        C
she’s got that devilish stare,

     Am   G    C
She’s up to no good,

F        G              C
everyone knows that you should,

    Am             G            C
stay clear from the path of a tornado,

    C         G    C
the good lord only knows

F            C         G         Am
Painting the town a new shade of red,

    F             C             G
And singing these songs til the parties dead,

          F       C                 G              Am
If you’re drinkin tonight you better sleep in your car,

    F          C           G          Am
When last calls heard from across the bar,

    F          C           G
When last calls heard from across the bar

  Am      G          C
I see her singing my songs,

     F       G         C
been playing all night long,

         Am      G        C
when I’m done up here I’m gonna make my way,

    C                 G         C
and think of somethin smooth to say,

      Am      G      C
I can feel my shakin knees,

     F        G            C
so I took two shots of Jim Beam,

      Am             G        C
with a number in her hand she passed it to me,

    C       G      C
The rest was history,

F            C         G         Am
Painting the town a new shade of red,

    F             C             G
And singing these songs til the parties dead,

          F       C                 G              Am
If you’re drinkin tonight you better sleep in your car,

    F          C           G          Am
When last calls heard from across the bar,

    F          C           G
When last calls heard from across the bar