Upchurch – Huckleberry (Guitar)
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[Intro]
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Son, I've
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been in the woods for like a week
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Smokin' weed and gettin' back to myself
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Hehe, ha ha ha, yeah
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Church
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Cm Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop the world right off it's axis Cm I stumbled up in this bitch and I ain't even need no practice Cm Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know I'm always catchin' those Cm Bb Amphibious with flows like I run the game with webbed toes Cm Yeah there that boy go, rooster necklace all gold Cm Diamonds in that mug cost more than the truck he drive yo Cm Damn straight motherfucker, my career come from the dirt Cm Bb The same grain I got them maters from to add to my Bud Light son Cm Don't get me piped up, Chattanooga shine son Cm Cm Gettin' drunk like a farmer, put the V8 in the mud C C Fuck it, let it get stuck, get the tractor for the truck Bb Am Life's a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up
[Chorus]
F Dm Em C Am I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck C Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker
[Verse 2]
C Man I love that feelin' of blue lights on a Friday Cm One lane, one way, no way, roll a J Cm C In my Carhartt toboggan, and I be flexin' like my driveway C Cm It's a runway, fuck
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Hollywood the long way
Cm C I got dirt in my nails and there's nails in my dirt Cm Run barefoot behind me and your feet gon' hurt Cm C My little piggy hit the market, your little piggy look whacked off Cm Bb Y'all country but can't even get the blade up in the hacksaw Cm C Chop wood for the Gram let the wood get wet Cm I got ricks stacked up, with a tarp on it bitch Cm C If you see me swingin' the axe it ain't because of bonfires Cm Bb Am It's 'cause I went crazy and live in a house made of cross ties
[Chorus]
F Dm Cm Am I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker
[Verse 3]
C Mu-Mustang like a Socs, leather jacket like Dally Cm Outsider of my town, switchblade in my jacket Cm C They don't make that Sodapop pop, no carbonation added Dm Bb River water in my veins to muddy water I'm an addict Cm C Raisin' hell like I planted devil seeds then I grew it Cm Oh wait that's weed, hah damn I feel stupid Cm C Devil's lettuce on the ranch I wish the ghost could be some peppers Dm Bbm Bb Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now his truck is full of bad bitches Cm I'm rockin' rags up on these riches,Built my house in all these ditches Cm Instead of leavin' my home town,I settled down and now I fucks with it C C It's Mr. Cheatham County, talk slow, rap fluid Cm C Am Spit flames so much you think I drink starter fluid
[Chorus]
F Dm C Am Fm I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em D A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker
[Outro]
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