Walker Hayes

 
Verse 1 
G                   C 
 I wanna tell you my feelings 
But I'm not good with words 
G                       C 
 Sat by a smart girl in English 
And I cheated off her 
Em           D           C 
 But I can strum a few chords 
Em                 D          C 
 And I learned to rhyme from George 
 
 
Verse 2 
G                            C 
 Straight out that 'Bama blue clear sky 
D 
You roll my tide 
G                  C 
 And after a couple beers 
         D 
I let you see what's inside 
Em               D        C 
 Well girl, I'm sober tonight 
Em                 D 
 You still make me nervous 
      C 
So I might not get this right 
 
Chorus 
       G              D 
All the Hallmark cards missed the mark 
            Em                   C 
And all the Walmart flowers were fallin' apart 
              C 
And I know my voice ain't nothin' special 
         D 
And this guitar's probably out of tune 
           Em 
But baby, I broke a hundred pencils 
          C 
Tryin' to write this song for you 
             G                 D 
And I kinda hoped it'd make you cry 
             Em                       C 
If you don't love it, you ain't gotta lie 
                   G 
Just know that it's yours and so 
 
Interlude 
G C D 
 
G C D 
 
 
 
Verse 3 
G                    C 
 I didn't come from a family 
     D 
That showed how we felt 
G                      C 
 I learned the art of pretending 
     D 
From Bibles and belts 
Em                 D              C 
 But you make me wanna make some kids 
Em             D              C 
 Instead of sense and Do it different than they did 
 
 
Chorus 
       G              D 
All the Hallmark cards missed the mark 
            Em                   C 
And all the Walmart flowers were fallin' apart 
              C 
And I know my voice ain't nothin' special 
         D 
And this guitar's probably out of tune 
           Em 
But baby, I broke a hundred pencils 
          C 
Tryin' to write this song for you 
             G                 D 
And I kinda hoped it'd make you cry 
             Em                       C 
If you don't love it, you ain't gotta lie 
                   G 
Just know that it's yours and so 
So 
 
Instrumental 
G C G C G 
 
Em D C 
        . 
Em D C 
        . 
 
 
Bridge 
G                         C 
 Love you more than I know how to 
Communicate 
G                       C 
 And I will until we run out of 
Valentine's days 
 
Chorus 
       G              D 
All the Hallmark cards missed the mark 
            Em                   C 
And all the Walmart flowers were fallin' apart 
              C 
And I know my voice ain't nothin' special 
         D 
And this guitar's probably out of tune 
           Em 
But baby, I broke a hundred pencils 
          C 
Tryin' to write this song for you 
             G                 D 
And I kinda hoped it'd make you cry 
             Em                       C 
If you don't love it, you ain't gotta lie 
                   G 
Just know that it's yours and so 
 
Outro 
            G                     D 
Said I kinda hoped it'd make you cry 
             Em                       C 
If you don't love it, you ain't gotta lie 
                     G  D        G 
Just know that it's yours and so 


 
Intro 
C F C G C 
                . 
 
Verse 
C                                             F 
  Let's talk about work, another word for our culture 
     C                       G 
See a buck, we all turn into vultures 
   Am                                F 
Do more, could you be a little more efficient? 
                               C 
Keep up, and if you can't pay attention 
        G          C 
We'll write you a prescription 
 
Chorus 
             C                            F 
Yeah, we work Adderall day, and we work Adderall night 
              C                                      G 
Add a little America to that dream like everything's Adderall-right 
               Am                           F 
But we're just sadder inside, I think the doctors lied 
         C                       G              Am    F 
Life's a girl we're supposed to love till she's gone  . 
              C                  G        C 
Looks like we might be looking Adderall wrong 
 
Verse 
 C                             F 
So hard not to jump up on that treadmill 
           C                                   G 
While the neighbor's over there making us look dead still 
             Am                                    F 
He's got the best grass and the best house and the best job, but he's stressed out 
        C 
She's a cool mom in the church choir 
     G 
That smile just looks so tired 
 
Chorus 
           C                      F 
Of working Adderall day, working Adderall night 
              C                                      G 
Add a little America to that dream like everything's Adderall-right 
               Am                           F 
But we're just sadder inside, I think the doctors lied 
         C                      G               Am F 
Life's a girl we're supposed to love till she's gone  . 
              C                G          C 
Looks like we might be looking Adderall wrong 
 
Bridge 
     Em                         Am 
Look, I don't want to judge, I got my share of drugs 
F                            C 
We'll just keep on popping whatever 
    Em                        Am 
It takes to make us seem like we got everything 
F            G 
   Adderall together 
 
 
Chorus 
             C                            F 
Yeah, we work Adderall day, and we work Adderall night 
              C                                      G 
Add a little America to that dream like everything's Adderall-right 
               Am                           F 
But we're just sadder inside, I think the doctors lied 
         C                       G              Am    F 
Life's a girl we're supposed to love till she's gone  . 
              C                  G        C 
Looks like we might be looking Adderall wrong 


 
[Intro] 
A 
… 
 
[Verse] 
   A 
I met Craig at a church called Redeeming Grace 
 
It’s like he understood my “I don’t want to be here” face 
               
I felt out of place and I smelled like beer 
 
But he just shook my hand, said “I’m glad you’re here” 
          A 
He says, “We’ll all be judged” 
 
But he was never judgmental 
 
And even though my songs don’t belong in no hymnal 
   A 
He’d quote me my lyrics, slap me on the back 
                             
Said, “Man you’ve got a gift! How you write like that?” 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
   F#m        E 
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right? 
     C#m                  D 
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right? 
  F#m                   E 
I still ain’t figured out church yet 
   D 
But Craig, I get 
 
[Chorus] 
     F#m        E           D       A 
Nah he can’t walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red 
    F#m        E         D      A 
But he just might be tight with a man that did 
         F#m          E 
Now he’s not the light of the world 
          D          A 
But I wish that mine was bright as his 
   F#m        E          D     A 
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is 
 
[Interlude] 
A 
… 
 
[Verse] 
     A 
When you lose a record deal, y’all the perks fade fast 
 
Dealership said, “We’re gonna need to get that minivan back” 
     A 
So we were down on one car 
 
And broke as I felt 
               
Had my wife and six kids and only five seat belts 
     A 
I needed help but couldn’t admit, I was struggling 
 
I said, “Craig, it’s all good” 
  
But he knew it all wasn’t 
 A 
A “Hey man I’m praying for you” would’ve been sufficient but nah 
 
He took roadside assistance to a 
 
[Bridge] 
         F#m      E 
Whole other level, to sacrificial heights 
       D           A 
Showed up at the ballpark after my son’s game one night 
    F#m             E 
In two cars with his wife Laura watching from the other 
D                    A 
I said “What in the world are y’all doing here, brother?” 
     F#m                E 
He just laughed inside that old Chrysler town and country van 
      D          A 
With the keys and the title, and a pen in his hand 
       F#m          E 
Said, “Man, all you gotta     Do is sign and it’s yours” 
     D 
I said, “Nah, no way” 
 A                  F#m 
But he wouldn’t take “Nah” for an answer 
 E 
He said, “Please dude 
     D               A 
Somebody did this for me once, just let me     Do this for you” 
F#m             E 
We argued about it for a little while 
                           
And I teared up, and Craig smiled 
 
[Chorus] 
     F#m        E           D       A 
Nah he can’t walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red 
    F#m        E         D      A 
But he just might be tight with a man that did 
         F#m          E 
Now he’s not the light of the world 
          D          A 
But I wish that mine was bright as his 
   F#m        E          D     A 
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is 
 
[Interlude] 
A 
… 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
   F#m        E 
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right? 
     C#m                  D 
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right? 
  F#m                   E 
I still ain’t figured out church yet 
   D 
But Craig, I get 
 
[Chorus] 
     F#m        E           D       A 
Nah he can’t walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red 
    F#m        E         D      A 
But he just might be tight with a man that did 
         F#m          E 
Now he’s not the light of the world 
          D          A 
But I wish that mine was bright as his 
   F#m        E          D     A 
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is 
 
[Outro] 
           F#m              E 
My pride was way too ashamed to be adequately grateful at the moment 
    D              A 
But I signed the dotted line, and I drove the kids home 
     C#m 
And when a cop pulled up beside us 
     D 
At the light, they didn’t have to duck 
E 
Because thanks to Craig 
 
They were all buckled up 


 
[Intro] 
G D A  Hm 
…………. 
G D A  Hm 
…………. 
 
[Verse 1] 
G            D 
Oh, I ain’t heard this song in a minute 
A            Hm                  G 
I forget who sings it but I remember turning it up 
 D           A           Hm 
Oh, showing you how my bass could shake the rear view 
       G       D 
Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church 
A                Hm 
Smelling like bath and body works 
    G                D           A 
In that dress with that texture I love to touch so much 
 
Baby, all that stuff does me like a 
 
[Chorus] 
G     D 
Delorean, puts me in the backseat 
     A        Hm 
Of your accord again, losing your shirt 
     G           D 
On the floorboard again, like good Lord again 
   A              Hm 
Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock 
 G         D 
Says 4 AM, yeah, you’re daddy’s gonna hate m? 
  A       Hm 
Even more again, girl, it’s crazy 
      G               D 
Ain’t no telling what’s gon’ tak? me back to our 
   A       Hm              G     D   A   Hm 
Love’s origin,…..just like that Delorean………… 
 
[Verse 2] 
 G         D 
Anything bone thugs in the speakers 
 A          Hm 
Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt 
    G           D 
Little rum on the back of a French kiss 
    A            Hm 
Little hit of some herbal essences 
        G        D 
I don’t wanna   Go back to the future 
   A      Hm 
I just wanna cruise girl, in a 
 
[Chorus] 
G     D 
Delorean, puts me in the backseat 
     A        Hm 
Of your accord again, losing your shirt 
     G           D 
On the floorboard again, like good Lord again 
   A              Hm 
Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock 
 G         D 
Says 4 AM, yeah, you’re daddy’s gonna hate m? 
  A       Hm 
Even more again, girl, it’s crazy 
      G               D 
Ain’t no telling what’s gon’ tak? me back to our 
   A       Hm              G     D   A   Hm 
Love’s origin,…..just like that Delorean………… 
 
[Bridge] 
G            D            A 
..Can’t tell me there ain’t no such thing 
Hm        G 
As a time machine 
       D              A    Hm 
Can’t tell me there ain’t no such thing….. 
G            D            A 
..Can’t tell me there ain’t no such thing 
Hm        G 
As a time machine 
       D 
Can’t tell me there ain’t no such thing 
 
I just wanna ride in that 
 
[Chorus] 
G     D 
Delorean, puts me in the backseat 
     A        Hm 
Of your accord again, losing your shirt 
     G           D 
On the floorboard again, like good Lord again 
   A              Hm 
Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock 
 G         D 
Says 4 AM, yeah, you’re daddy’s gonna hate m? 
  A       Hm 
Even more again, girl, it’s crazy 
      G               D 
Ain’t no telling what’s gon’ tak? me back to our 
   A       Hm              G 
Love’s origin,…..just like that Delorean 
 
[Outro] 
                D 
Ain’t no telling what’s gon’ take me back 
A                 Hm 
…Ain’t no telling what’s gon’ take me back 
 G         D 
To our love’s origin 
A         Hm 
…Baby, all that stuff does me like a Delorean 


CAPO: 2nd FRET 
  
INTRO: 
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VERSE: 
E 
Aye 
       E 
My girl is bangin' 
       E 
She's so low maintenance 
       E           E 
Don't need no champagne poppin' entertainment 
  
      B 
Take her to Wendy's 
         B 
Can't keep her off me 
    B                  B 
She wanna dip me like them fries in her Frosty (Frost Frosty) 
  
  
PRE-CHORUS: 
 A 
But every now and then when I get paid 
      B            B 
I gotta spoil my baby with an upgrade (upgrade) 
  
Hey hey 
  
  
CHORUS: 
          E           E 
Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night 
     E               E 
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake 
  
     B         B 
Get some whipped cream on the top too 
  B              B 
Two straws, one check, girl, I got you 
  
       E       E 
Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam 
   E                E 
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home 
  
  B          B 
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight 
  
  E               E 
Wooh, that's how we do, how we do, 
      E 
Fancy like, ooh 
  
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            (Fancy like ooh)    (Fancy like ooh)         (Fancy like ooh) 
  
  
VERSE: 
       E       E 
Don't need no Tesla to impress her 
       E           E 
My girl is happy rollin' on a Vespa (There she go) 
  
       B         B 
Don't need no mansion to get romancin' 
      B               B 
She's super fine, double wide, slow dancin' (Slow dancin') 
  
  
PRE-CHORUS: 
 A 
But every now and then when I get paid 
      B            B 
I gotta spoil my baby with an upgrade (upgrade) 
  
Hey hey hey 
  
  
CHORUS: 
          E           E 
Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night (That's right) 
     E               E 
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake (Aye) 
  
     B         B 
Get some whipped cream on the top too (Gotta add that whipped cream) 
  B              B 
Two straws, one check, girl, I got you (Girl, I got you) 
  
       E       E 
Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam (Styrofoam) 
   E                E 
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home (All the way home) 
  
  B          B 
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight (hey) 
  
E             E 
That's how we do, how we do, (fancy like) 
  
  
BREAK: 
E 
My new, clean blue jeans without the holes in 'em 
E 
Country kisses on my lips without Skoal in 'em 
  
B 
Yeah, she probably gon' be keeping some Victoria's Secrets 
B 
Maybe a little Maybelline but she don't need it 
  
    A 
In the kitchen light radio slows down 
  
  B 
Boxed wine and her up-do goes down 
  
  
CHORUS: 
  
Aye 
          E           E 
Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night (That's right) 
     E               E 
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake (Aye) 
  
     B         B 
Get some whipped cream on the top too (Gotta add that whipped cream) 
  B              B 
Two straws, one check, girl, I got you (Girl, I got you) 
  
       E       E 
Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam (Styrofoam) 
   E                E 
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home (All the way home) 
  
  B          B 
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight (hey) 
  
E             E 
That's how we do, how we do, 
  
Fancy like 


 
Intro 
G D    C 
         . 
 
 
Verse 
G 
Jack on my breath, flask in my boot 
Tie on my neck, tag in my suit 
        D 
'Cause I'ma take it back to Macy's 
         C 
'Bout the time y'all are making them honeymoon babies 
G 
Baby, I heard my replacement 
Excels in spreadsheet situations 
D 
   Clean cut, real good Christian 
C                                           D 
Guess you had to get me out of your system first 
                 C 
But shoot, if it wasn't for me 
We wouldn't be in this church 
 
Chorus 
            G 
'Cause the only way to that CPA 
   C 
Was right through this country singer 
D 
One more song from the stepping stone 
        C 
To that shiny rock on your finger 
    G 
The way I see, baby, y'all owe me 
     C 
For all the love y'all are in 
            D                                  C 
'Cause it's guys like me that make girls like you 
                   G 
Fall for guys like him 
Fall for guys like him 
 
Verse 
         G 
Nah, it don't make sense 
Bought y'all a toaster 
C 
He's got the bread, I couldn't be broker 
D                                          C 
Speakin' of toast, ding, ding on this glass. 
I propose a toast to my ass 
 
Chorus 
            G 
'Cause the only way to that CPA 
   C 
Was right through this country singer 
D 
One more song from the stepping stone 
        C 
To that shiny rock on your finger 
    G 
The way I see, baby, y'all owe me 
     C 
For all the love y'all are in 
            D                                  C 
'Cause it's guys like me that make girls like you 
                   G     C 
Fall for guys like him   . 
                   D     C 
Fall for guys like him   . 
 
 
Bridge 
            G 
Wish I was plastic me next to plastic you 
             C 
Up on that classic cake, but I get it 
        D 
Congratulations, you upgraded 
              C 
Y'all are a match, but who made it 
You're welcome 
 
Chorus 
     G 
The only way to that CPA 
Was right through this country singer 
D 
One more song from the stepping stone 
        C 
To that shiny rock on your finger 
    G 
The way I see, baby, y'all owe me 
   C 
For all the love y'all are in 
            D                                  C 
'Cause it's guys like me that make girls like you 
                   G     C 
Fall for guys like him   . 
                   D 
Fall for guys like him 
                                 C 
Some guys like me make girls like you 
                   G 
Fall for guys like him, yeah 


 
Intro 
C Em F 
          . 
C Em F 
          . 
 
 
Verse 
C                          Em 
  You gon' love me when the job I hate 
      F               C 
Takes all I've got to give 
                     Em 
And all that's left of me's 
                    F              C 
a paycheck that can barely feed the kids 
             Em 
And I'm gon' love you 
                F                 C 
Even when we're miles across the bed 
                Em 
So looking back now, baby 
               F 
Those are the vows we shoulda said 
 
Chorus 
            C                   Em 
We said for better, we said for worse 
             F                       C 
But we didn't know what worse would mean 
                                 Em 
We said for richer, we said for poorer 
               F                 C 
But we didn't know how broke we'd be 
       Am                    G 
Just a couple of kids just sayin' 
        F                 C 
What the preacher told us to 
       Am                G 
Didn't know what we were doin' 
    F            C   Em F C Em F 
But baby, I still Do                      . 
 
 
Verse 
C                                Em 
  Well you gon' love me when the bottle won't let 
   F            C 
My hand let  Go of it 
And I'm gon' love you 
          Em               F                  C 
When your mascara can't outrun your childhood **** 
                      Em 
So we gon' have to forgive 
           F                   C 
a whole lot more than we can forget 
                     Em 
Yeah, we made it somehow. 
                   F 
But those are the vows we shoulda said 
 
Chorus 
            C                    Em 
We said for better, we said for worse 
             F                       C 
But we didn't know what worse would mean 
                                 Em 
We said for richer, we said for poorer 
               F                 C 
But we didn't know how broke we'd be 
       Am                    G 
Just a couple of kids just sayin' 
        F                 C 
What the preacher told us to 
       Am                G 
Didn't know what we were doin' 
    F            C   Em F C Em F 
But baby, I still Do                      . 
 
 
Bridge 
         G                 F 
Left that church to find forever 
       C 
Ain't for the faint of heart 
      Am              G 
After all these years together 
               F                     C Em 
Baby, I still mean till death      Do us part. 
             F                     G        C  Em F 
Baby, I still mean the "till death Do us" part       . 
 
 
Chorus 
           C                  Em 
We said for better, we said for worse 
             F                       C 
But we didn't know what worse would mean 
                                 Em 
We said for richer, we said for poorer 
               F                 C 
But we didn't know how broke we'd be 
       Am                    G 
Just a couple of kids just sayin' 
        F                 C 
What the preacher told us to 
       Am                G 
Didn't know what we were doin' 
    F            C   Em F 
But baby, I still    Do . 
       C   Em         F 
I still Do      love you 


 
Intro 
C   F   G 
 
C   F   G 
 
 
 
Verse 
      C                       F 
Well, long as that cemetery's still got holes 
      G                     F                      C 
That flower shop 'cross the road's gonna stay in business 
              F             G 
Y'all, this Christmas was depressing 
        F                     C 
Without dad there to say the blessing 
                        F 
Don't mean to get you down, y'all 
                G 
Crying in your crown, y'all 
            Am               G               F 
But we ain't nothin' but tourists in this town, y'all 
                                     G 
Ain't no secret that we can't stick around, y'all 
When my time runs out, y'all 
 
Chorus 
F                         G 
   Tell my baby she'll be okay 
C                  Am 
Throw my ashes in Mobile Bay 
F                          G 
Read a little word by the water 
         C                      Am 
Give my guns and guitars to my sons and daughters 
F                     G 
Sing a good old church song or two 
           C                   Am 
Y'all can cry for y'all all you want to 
            F 
But don't cry for me 'cause 
                      G                         C   F G 
I'll be singing with Jesus, my dad, and Johnny Cash 
C  F  G 
 
 
 
Verse 
              C                  F 
Well, you can bet your ass I'ma raise a glass 
         G 
With the man in black 
    F                         C           F 
But first, I'ma ask for some water in mine. 
              G              F 
Watch Jesus turn it into wine 
C                      F 
   I've been doing the math, y'all 
              G 
Life is like a fast ball 
    Am            G        F 
Hallelujah, he paid our tabs, y'all 
                                     G 
There's an afterparty waiting after last call 
I won't be looking back, y'all 
 
Chorus 
F                         G 
   Tell my baby she'll be okay 
C                  Am 
Throw my ashes in Mobile Bay 
F                          G 
Read a little word by the water 
         C                      Am 
Give my guns and guitars to my sons and daughters 
F                     G 
Sing a good old church song or two 
           C                   Am 
Y'all can cry for y'all all you want to 
            F 
But don't cry for me 'cause 
                      G                         C   F G 
I'll be singing with Jesus, my dad, and Johnny Cash 
C  F  G 
 
 
 
Bridge 
           Am                G 
Yeah, I'ma thank the son for saving me 
       C               F 
Hug his dad and my dad, too 
       Am                          G           F 
Say "Johnny, did you really know a boy named Sue?" 
Tell the truth 
 
Chorus 
F                         G 
   Tell my baby she'll be okay 
C                  Am 
Throw my ashes in Mobile Bay 
F                          G 
Read a little word by the water 
         C                      Am 
Give my guns and guitars to my sons and daughters 
F                     G 
Sing a good old church song or two 
           C                   Am 
Y'all can cry for y'all all you want to 
            F 
But don't cry for me 'cause 
                      G                         C   F G 
I'll be singing with Jesus, my dad, and Johnny Cash 
C  F  G   C 


 
Intro 
Em D C 
          . 
Em G C D 
             . 
 
 
Verse 
Em 
Hey, what's shakin'? Oh, you're taken 
 C 
So  by your face and 
Em 
Everything underneath it 
     C                  D 
That dress can't keep a secret 
Em                         C 
Saw ya lookin' so impatient. 
At your phone that ain't vibratin' 
Em                          C 
I don't think you need a hero 
                      D 
But whoever he is, he ain't here though 
 
Pre-Chorus 
    Em                      C 
And I don't wanna waste my shot 
                    Em 
Talkin' about some guy. 
                         C 
Who don't know what he's got 
 
Chorus 
                Em          D C 
So I'ma call him mayonnaise    . 
                                              Em        G C 
'Cause man, there's somethin' wrong with your man, babe    . 
                 D                       Em 
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no **** way 
              D             C 
I'd be leavin' that body unattended 
                           Em 
I'd be tryin' to take your breath away 
                          C      D 
'Stead of takin' you for granted  . 
                Em           D    C 
So I'ma call him mayonnaise       . 
                 Em         G   C D 
(So I'ma call him mayonnaise)     . 
 
 
Verse 
Em                                C 
Uh-oh, baby, hey, what happened?.. 
                             Em 
Did I actually get you laughin'?. 
                                 C 
I know I ain't got a chance with you 
                     G           Em 
But I gotta   Do the dance with you 
                          C 
Way too fine to not be happy 
                             Em 
Call me never or call me daddy 
                               C 
Just don't call what's-his-name. 
Bro's insane 
 
Chorus 
                Em          D C 
So I'ma call him mayonnaise    . 
                                              Em        G C 
'Cause man, there's somethin' wrong with your man, babe    . 
                 D                       Em 
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no **** way 
              D             C 
I'd be leavin' that body unattended 
                           Em 
I'd be tryin' to take your breath away 
                          C      D 
'Stead of takin' you for granted  . 
 
 
Verse 
                     Em     C 
Hey, look, girl, I'm sorry  . 
                                               Em     D C 
I don't mean to come on strong like this, like coffee     . 
                      D             Em 
That lonely smile was killin' me so softly 
                         C 
If you ain't sittin' on a throne with him 
                   Em              C 
I don't think you belong with him.. 
                              D             Em 
'Cause man, there's somethin' wrong with him 
 
 
Instrumental 
Em D C Em G C D 
                           . 
 
 
Bridge 
                         Em 
Aye, I'm the one with the juice, one with the sauce 
                    C 
You said it's complicated, well, whatever you gon' call it 
                     Em 
You can call me hot sauce, just a little bit symbolic 
                    C                         G 
You the bomb, it's atomic, the damage is catastrophic 
                      Em 
I don't even know his name, I just know he's lame 
                     C 
Go 'head and say it, babe, I know you feel the same 
Em                                                     C 
We ain't even gotta talk, I already know your thoughts. 
And I think you're gettin' lost in the sauce 
 
Chorus 
                Em          D C 
So I'ma call him mayonnaise    . 
                                              Em        G C 
'Cause man, there's somethin' wrong with your man, babe    . 
                 D                       Em 
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no **** way 
              D             C 
I'd be leavin' that body unattended 
                           Em 
I'd be tryin' to take your breath away 
                          C      D 
'Stead of takin' you for granted  . 
                Em           D    C 
So I'ma call him mayonnaise       . 
If you ain't sittin' on a throne with him 
                   Em           D    C 
I don't think you belong with him   . 
                              Em 
'Cause man, there's somethin' wrong with him 


 
Intro 
Em  D  G 
 
Em  D  G 
 
 
 
Verse 
Em                            D        G 
    Time flies like a teenage heartbeat. 
                                       Em 
Feels like we were seventeen last night 
                                          D        C 
Now you're fightin' with your kids in the car seat.. 
                                           Em 
They ain't got my eyes like I thought they might 
                               D          G 
Every day, kinda wonder where you're headed. 
                               Em 
In your life, in your Lululemon. 
                                  D       C 
Smile and wave at you on the way to work  . 
Like it don't, but the truth is it hurts like a 
 
Chorus 
Em                                             G 
Mother, see you runnin' 'round town in your 4Runner 
                                   Em 
Drivin' with your babies in the back 
                                   C 
Say you always wanted one named Jack. 
Kinda love and hate to see you like that 
       Em 
It's a bummer 
                                       G 
Every other red light, I wonder if you wonder 
If you'd  Do it different if you could 
      Em                                         C 
You a bad ex to have in the small-town woods, but **** 
                                   Em      D G Em D C 
Always knew you'd make a real good mother                     . 
 
 
Verse 
        Em                            D              G 
I guess your future turned out fine without me in it  . 
                                       Em 
Still amazed how fast I heard wedding bells 
                               D          C 
Cemetery's 'bout to get me six feet in it  . 
                                     Em 
Watchin' you play house with someone else 
                           D           G 
Down the street, so I can't ignore it  . 
                                  Em 
Only got one regret, and you're it 
                                       D       C 
I'll shake his hand like it's nothin' at church  . 
Bow my head, prayin', "Lord, this hurts like a" 
 
Chorus 
Em                                             G 
Mother, see you runnin' 'round town in your 4Runner 
                                   Em 
Drivin' with your babies in the back 
                                   C 
Say you always wanted one named Jack. 
Kinda love and hate to see you like that 
       Em 
It's a bummer 
                                       G 
Every other red light, I wonder if you wonder 
If you'd  Do it different if you could 
      Em                                         C 
You a bad ex to have in the small-town woods, but **** 
                                   Em 
Always knew you'd make a real good mother 
         D          G     Em 
Saw your dreams came true 
        D         C 
Shoulda held onto you 
 
Outro 
                       Em 
It's a, it's a, it's a bummer 
                         D             G 
Every other red light, I wonder if you wonder 
If you'd  Do it different if you could 
      Em                                         C 
You a bad ex to have in the small-town woods, but **** 
                                   Em 
Always knew you'd make a real good mother 


 
Intro 
Am7 G  D 
 
 
 
Verse 1 
Am7                        G 
Baby, I know I drive you crazy 
                    D 
Ain't nobody in Tullahoma 
Can figure out why you wanna 
                    Am7 
Marry somebody like me 
                       G 
Lord knows it ain't for money 
                             D 
You're the club and I'm just country 
It's a knock on wood 
You still think I'm funny, 'cause 
Am7 
 I'd be George Jonesin' 
G 
And you'd said, "See you later" 
D 
Pray to God I don't ever get served no papers 
 
Chorus 
                      Am7 
'Cause if you were my ex-wife 
                 G 
And I saw you at Walmart 
                  D 
And I was with my next wife 
Girl, it would be so hard 
          Am7                         G 
Even if she had a diamond body and a gold heart 
        D 
I'd be wishing I was pushing your cart 
             Am7     G 
If you were my ex-wife. 
                      D 
I'd feel sorry for my next wife 
 
Verse 2 
                Am7 
She'd be losing sleep at night 
                 G 
You'd be starting every fight 
                  D 
She'd say I still love you 
I'd say, "No, I don't," but she'd be right 
             Am7                       G 
She'd know I can't be hers 'cause I'm yours 
           D 
Then, baby, you would be the cause of my next divorce 
 
Chorus 
                      Am7 
'Cause if you were my ex-wife 
                 G 
And I saw you at Walmart 
                  D 
And I was with my next wife 
Girl, it would be so hard 
          Am7                         G 
Even if she had a diamond body and a gold heart 
        D 
I'd be wishing I was pushing your cart 
             Am7     G 
If you were my ex-wife. 
                      D 
I'd feel sorry for my next wife 
 
Instrumental 
Am7 G  D 
 
 
 
Bridge 
C                                        G 
I don't think I could really ever goodbye kiss you 
  D 
No matter what, I still want to hook it back up with you 
 
Chorus 
                      Am7 
'Cause if you were my ex-wife 
                 G 
And I saw you at Walmart 
                  D 
And I was with my next wife 
Girl, it would be so hard 
                      Am7 
'Cause if you were my ex-wife 
                 G 
And I saw you at Walmart 
                  D 
And I was with my next wife 
Girl, it would be so hard 
          Am7                         G 
Even if she had a diamond body and a gold heart 
        D 
I'd be wishing I was pushing your cart 
             Am7     G 
If you were my ex-wife. 
                      D 
I'd feel sorry for my next wife 


 
Intro 
C F Am7 C 
              . 
 
 
Verse 1 
    C 
Ten years without a drop 
       F 
But I still get that itch 
      Am7 
Just passed my old bar 
       C 
Slowed down a little bit 
C                        F 
Thinkin 'bout my wife and everything that matters 
 Am7                        C 
Model on a billboard, tryin' not to stare at her 
      C 
Little version of me in the backseat 
F 
Reading me like a novel 
       Am7                                 C 
Sayin' "Dad, why you keep spitting in that Gatorade bottle?" 
 
Chorus 
C                 F 
Jesus, please just come on back, I need ya 
   Am7                      Em 
I'm desperate, messed up, tryin' to      Do my best but 
  C                            F 
I'm scared all I'm passin' my son down is my bad stuff 
Am7                         Em 
Father, help me, how supposed to Do this dad stuff? 
C 
I hate church but I love You 
        F 
And I'm prayin' he does too 
Am7                            Em 
 Looks up to me but I hope he sees me lookin' up to 
C          F Am7Em 
Jesus, Jesus 
 
 
Verse 2 
    C 
Got nothin' against my dad 
   F 
It is what it is 
         Am7 
But that mirror makes me mad 
         C 
When my demons look like his 
    C 
Just tryin' to be the link 
     F 
That finally breaks the chain 
              Am7 
Lord, let this cross on my neck 
         C 
Not just be a bunch of bling, I'm beggin' 
 
Chorus 
C                 F 
Jesus, please just come on back, I need ya 
   Am7                      Em 
I'm desperate, messed up, tryin' to      Do my best but 
  C                            F 
I'm scared all I'm passin' my son down is my bad stuff 
Am7                         Em 
Father, help me, how supposed to Do this dad stuff? 
C 
I hate church but I love You 
        F 
And I'm prayin' he does too 
Am7                            Em 
 Looks up to me but I hope he sees me lookin' up to 
C 
Jesus 
 
Bridge 
           F                               Am7 
I can't believe it's up to me to raise that little man 
F                          C            F Am7Em 
 Even though I only know so little, man. 
 
 
Chorus 
C 
Jesus, please just come on back, I need ya 
I'm desperate, messed up, tryin' to      Do my best but 
  C                            F 
I'm scared all I'm passin' my son down is my bad stuff 
Am7                         Em 
Father, help me, how supposed to Do this dad stuff? 
C 
I hate church but I love You 
        F 
And I'm prayin' he does too 
Am7                            Em 
 Looks up to me but I hope he sees me lookin' up to 
C 
Jesus, Jesus 
 
Outro 
C 
Jesus 
Please just come on back, I need ya 


 
Intro 
D A Em G 
 
D A Em G 
 
 
 
Verse 1 
D                          A 
Wishin' I was Shakespeare typin' out my feelings 
Em                             G                     D 
Thumbs about to break, yeah, cussing at the ceiling fan 
       A                 Hm 
Girl, I hate how stupid I am. 
                    G 
I need some rest, girl, I'm a mess, girl 
 
Chorus 
D                          A 
****, hon', wish you had a Samsung 
      Em                          G 
So you couldn't see them bubbles late night when I struggle 
         D                               A 
With your ghost, girl, miss your kiss the most, girl 
        Em                  G                             D 
Can't be too late, can it? Takin' you for granted wasn't right 
                          A                          Em 
Tryin' to find the words to say in this empty bed I made 
                   G                             D 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 
                  A                           Em 
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned 
                   G                             D 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 
 
Interlude 
D A Em G 
 
 
 
Verse 2 
         D                            A 
It don't matter if I been drinkin', my head gon' hit the pillow 
    Em                  G                      D 
And I'ma start thinkin' 'bout your sexy silhouette 
            A                      Em 
Wish I could put out all my ciga-regrets 
                   G 
Girl, I'm in limbo, ain't pressing send though 
 
Chorus 
D                          A 
****, hon', wish you had a Samsung 
      Em                          G 
So you couldn't see them bubbles late night when I struggle 
         D                               A 
With your ghost, girl, miss your kiss the most, girl 
        Em                  G                             D 
Can't be too late, can it? Takin' you for granted wasn't right 
                          A                          Em 
Tryin' to find the words to say in this empty bed I made 
                   G                             D 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 
                  A                           Em 
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned 
                   G 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 
Type, type, type, type 
 
Instrumental 
D A Em G 
 
D A Em G 
 
 
 
Bridge 
D 
Type, critique, type, delete 
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat 
Type, critique, type, delete 
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat 
 
Chorus 
D                          A 
****, hon', wish you had a Samsung 
      Em                          G 
So you couldn't see them bubbles late night when I struggle 
         D                               A 
With your ghost, girl, miss your kiss the most, girl 
        Em                  G                             D 
Can't be too late, can it? Takin' you for granted wasn't right 
                          A                          Em 
Tryin' to find the words to say in this empty bed I made 
                   G                             D 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 
                  A                           Em 
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned 
                   G                             D 
Wanna text you, un-ex you 'cause you're still my type 


 
Verse 
                   D 
Some days are the best days 
                   G 
Some days are 'she said yes' days 
                      A 
Some days are 'it's a girl 
                                           D 
Good Lord, how in the world did I get this blessed' days? 
                  Hm 
Some days are the worst days 
                          G 
'On the tail lights of a hearse' days 
                   D                              A 
And I can't figure out it, and I don't wanna talk about it 
                           D 
Guess that's why we Go to church days 
 
Chorus 
    F#m               G         A 
Most days are just Wednesdays  . 
                                 D           Hm 
'Get up and   Do the same ole same agains' days. 
                      G 
Coffee kisses out the door 
                         A 
Tell the kids I love 'em more 
                        D 
Go out, try to get the rent paid 
         G                                  A 
Come on back home tired and hungry to your lovin' 
       D            D7                G 
Can't fall asleep until our feet are touchin' 
                               D 
And if tomorrow ain't nothin' new 
                       A 
I'm just glad I get to do 
                             D 
Just another Wednesday with you 
 
Verse 
                          D 
Just another burger in a sack 
Fries with that 
                         G 
Just another need to call Mom back 
                            A 
Just another picture on the fridge 
Goodnight moon to sleepy eyelids 
                             D 
Feed the dogs, take out the trash 
Nothin' wrong with that 
 
Chorus 
    F#m               G         A 
Most days are just Wednesdays  . 
                                 D           Hm 
'Get up and   Do the same ole same agains' days. 
                      G 
Coffee kisses out the door 
                         A 
Tell the kids I love 'em more 
                        D 
Go out, try to get the rent paid 
         G                                  A 
Come on back home tired and hungry to your lovin' 
       D            D7                G 
Can't fall asleep until our feet are touchin' 
                               D 
And if tomorrow ain't nothin' new 
                       A 
I'm just glad I get to do 
                             D 
Just another Wednesday with you 
                             G A D Hm 
Just another Wednesday with you. 
                             G A D D7 
Just another Wednesday with you. 
 
 
Post-Chorus 
        G                               A 
Chasin' dreams is just what I      Do for a livin' 
           D                                  G 
But what I live for is the time with you I'm given 
                               D 
And if tomorrow ain't nothin' new 
                       A 
I'm just glad I get to do 
                             D 
Just another Wednesday with you 


 
[Intro] 
F C Dm Bb 
………… 
 
[Verse 1] 
            F 
Ay, people think I’m crazy 
        C 
And sometimes I believe ’em 
         Dm 
Ain’t the best singer in the world 
          Bb 
But I can’t stop singing 
       F 
Back home said face it, you ain’t got what it takes 
   C 
Hate to say it, but them dreams will just make you 
Dm 
Wish you’d never left town 
 Bb 
To chase ’em 
        Gm 
Well, whether I make it or fake it 
                C 
Till my heart can’t break no more 
This one’s for 
 
[Chorus] 
      F               C 
All the kids with guitars, looking up at the stars 
    Dm              Bb 
Dream as far as your heart can dream 
     F               C 
Write a song make some noise, danger’s real but fear’s a choice 
    Dm                      Bb 
They say careful what you wish, but I say be more… 
Gm          C       F 
Careful what you don’t wish for 
 
[Verse 2] 
               F 
Ay, right here with my baby 
           C 
Is right where I’m home 
        Dm 
Picking these six strings 
               Bb 
Working on another country song 
              F 
No, I ain’t making no dollars and I ain’t making no sense 
     C 
And the odds are not really a gambler’s friend 
  Dm 
Might bend but I won’t fold now 
  Bb 
Yeah, this one’s going out to 
 
[Chorus] 
      F               C 
All the kids with guitars, looking up at the stars 
    Dm              Bb 
Dream as far as your heart can dream 
     F               C 
Write a song make some noise, danger’s real but fear’s a choice 
    Dm                      Bb 
They say careful what you wish, but I say be more… 
Gm          C       F 
Careful what you don’t wish for 
 
[Bridge] 
     Eb         Bb      F 
Sometimes I hate how much I love this game 
          Eb        Bb       F 
‘Cause it just makes me make a fool out of myself 
         Gm                Bb 
But y’all I’d rather die crazy than live to wonder, what if maybe I’d 
Gm        C 
Thrown another penny in that well, and I’ll always tell 
 
[Chorus] 
      F               C 
All the kids with guitars, looking up at the stars 
    Dm              Bb 
Dream as far as your heart can dream 
     F               C 
Write a song make some noise, danger’s real but fear’s a choice 
    Dm                      Bb 
They say careful what you wish, but I say be more… 
Gm          C       F 
careful what you don’t wish for 


 
[Intro] 
G F   C 
………  
G F C 
……… 
 
[Verse 1] 
  G 
Small town, y’all town, double dutch in the park 
    F          C 
Ice cream truck failing that emissions test hard 
     G 
Got that blow up Grinch in the yard and it’s March 
   F         C 
Ain’t coming down anytime soon 
            G 
Y’all, them nursing homes still rattling with some Dolly Parton 
     F          C 
And them high school kids traveling like James Harden 
      G 
In them white limousines to the Olive Garden 
  F 
On prom night, it’s good times, right 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
We be livin’ that y’all life, y’all 
 
Rollin’ in the South 
     F          C 
Where it’s all football and Jesus (Jesus) 
     G 
Barbershop talking like nah 
          F           C 
Shut your mouth, my mama’s sweet tea’s the sweetest 
     G 
Turn that bass up, shawty, show ’em how 
          F          C 
Y’all, we raise up and, y’all, we goin’ down, down, baby 
G 
Yo’ street in my Bronco 
             F    C 
I’ma talk to ya real slow… 
              G 
Said where the crawdads crawl 
            F 
Said living that y’all life, y’all (Y’all life, y’all) 
 
[Interlude] 
G F C 
……… 
G F C 
……… 
 
[Verse 2] 
             G 
Y’all all them dads tell them boys, “Son, walk it off” 
           F           C 
Y’all all them mamas tell them girls, “Better keep your legs crossed” 
      G 
All them hands in the stands praying for the coin toss 
    F 
Lord please, “We want the ball at the half” 
           G 
Say y’all, it’s all about a dub and a dirt road 
  F        C 
And amen in a church on the third row 
      G 
With your arm around your girl like a fur coat 
   F 
On a Sunday, come Monday 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
We be livin’ that y’all life, y’all 
 
Rollin’ in the South 
     F          C 
Where it’s all football and Jesus (Jesus) 
     G 
Barbershop talking like nah 
          F           C 
Shut your mouth, my mama’s sweet tea’s the sweetest 
     G 
Turn that bass up, shawty, show ’em how 
          F          C 
Y’all, we raise up and, y’all, we goin’ down, down, baby 
G 
Yo’ street in my Bronco 
             F    C 
I’ma talk to ya real slow… 
              G 
Said where the crawdads crawl 
            F 
Said living that y’all life, y’all (Y’all life, y’all) 
 
[Post-Chorus] 
G F   C 
……….Y’all life, y’all life 
G F   C 
……….Y’all life, y’all life 
 
[Bridge] 
                G 
Said y’all, I got that Wiffle ball, bat flip swag in my walk 
    F            C 
Down in ‘Bama where they grammar got some country in it, y’all 
   G                                F    C 
‘Nana pudding, prayer chains, tailgates in them jeans ain’t no thang.. 
    G 
But a chicken wing, nah 
 F 
(Ain’t no thang but a chicken wing) 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
We be livin’ that y’all life, y’all 
 
Rollin’ in the South 
     F          C 
Where it’s all football and Jesus (Jesus) 
     G 
Barbershop talking like nah 
          F           C 
Shut your mouth, my mama’s sweet tea’s the sweetest 
     G 
Turn that bass up, shawty, show ’em how 
          F          C 
Y’all, we raise up and, y’all, we goin’ down, down, baby 
G 
Yo’ street in my Bronco 
             F    C 
I’ma talk to ya real slow… 
              G 
Said where the crawdads crawl 
            F 
Said living that y’all life, y’all (Y’all life, y’all) 


Баста — лирический проект рэпера из города Ростов-на-Дону, Россия, Василия Вакуленко, созданный в 2006 году.Был 1996 год, он уже написал первую песню «Мой город» и собрал группу, которая называлась «Уличные звуки» — Street sound. Василий значился в ее составе под именем Баста Хрю. «Меня с детства называли Хрюшей, потому что разбрасывал все непонятно где», — объясняет Баста.Примерно в это же время рождалось знаменитое ростовское рэп-движение, которое в следующем десятилетии стало лидирующим в стране. Баста был непосредственным участником процесса. И даже поучаствовал с треком «Первый удар» в большом и шумном объединении молодых рэперов — ростовской Касте, впоследствии ставшим группой «Каста».Далее Баста двинулся в своем, более лиричном направлении. Трек «Моя игра» стал одним из главных в его биографии. Вася Вакуленко стал знаменитым на весь Ростов. «Звездная болезнь? Нет, не появилась. Появились наркотики и старшие друзья, реальные хулиганы» — вспоминает Вася. «Точно могу сказать, что эта песня не раз спасала меня. Бывало, хотели лишить жизни, а когда узнавали, что это я, оставляли в покое».Вся эта нелегкая и полная злоключений жизнь стала историей, которая теперь зарифмована в его альбомах. «В 2002 мой друг Жора вымутил у своей мамы денег и мы купили компьютер. Вадик QП сводил первое демо к будущему альбому». Эти самые треки случайно попали к Богдану Титомиру и он предложил ребятам уехать в Москву. Был 2004 год. А спустя 2 года вышел альбом «Баста 1» и на ТВ начали крутить клип «Осень». Московская жизнь Басты неразрывно связана с «Газгольдером». На тот момент клуб только открылся и носил статус самого закрытого заведения в Москве. Но Баста держался в стороне от местной рэп-тусовки. Первым новым знакомым — ее представителем — стал Смоки Мо, а позже Вася узнал Гуфа. «Однажды я подошел к Гуфу на концерте, тот вспомнил «Мою игру», мы с ним решили сделать кавер-версию, которая вышла на альбоме «Баста 2», — рассказывает Вася. Но настоящий взрыв случился сразу после этого, когда Баста поучаствовал в клипе группы Centr «Город дорог». После этого слава Басты вышла далеко за пределы родного Ростова и Москвы.Посыпались номинации, премии, награды и статусы. Второй альбом «Баста 2» вышел в 2007 и стал хитом продаж. Он звучал взрослее и разнообразнее. Выпустив в промежутке два релиза под псевдонимом Ноггано, третью пластинку Баста писал уже в статусе одного из ведущих рэп-артистов страны. Новый материал рассчитал на более широкую аудиторию, а подборка хитов «Урбан», «Ростов», «Солнца не видно» и «Калифорния» уже не в первый раз проверяет на прочность самые большие площадки Москвы.В октябре 2012 года, Баста записал несколько кавер-версий песен Михея, в частности трек «Мама», на который был снят видеоклип. Также Василий выступил на большом концерте, посвященном 10-летию памяти Михея, который прошел 1 ноября на площадке Arena Moscow.В конце 2012 года снялся в ролике, призванном привлечь внимание к дискриминации людей с ВИЧ-инфекцией.Дискография 2006 Баста 1 2007 Баста 2 2010 Баста 3 2010 Баста/Guf 2013 Баста 4 2016 Баста 5, Часть 1 2016 Баста 5, Часть 2

Баста

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Макс Корж — молодой музыкант из Минска, который легко смешивает в своем творчестве электронную музыку, рэп, пение. 
Он родился ноября 1988 года, в городе Лунинец Брестской области. В раннем возрасте он с родителями переехал в Минск. Получил музыкальное образование по классу фортепиано и попутно научился играть на гитаре. В 16 лет он с друзьями создал музыкальную группу LunClan, которая просуществовала недолго. После этого было еще несколько проектов, но они тоже не имели большого успеха. 
После всех неудач Макс попробовал себя в роли битмейкера, сочиняя музыку для других исполнителей. Эта идея также не увенчалась успехом, после чего он начала петь свои песни сам. 
Во время учебы в Белорусском государственном университете Макс Корж записал свою первую сольную песню. Проучившись в БГУ до 3 курса, он понял, что учеба ему мешает и бросил университет и всерьез занялся музыкальной деятельностью. Он записал песню «Небо поможет нам» и выложил ее ВКонтакте. После чего Максима забрали в армию. Когда он вернулся домой, то узнал, что песня стала популярна в интернете. За это время песня собрала большую аудиторию, ее транслировали в эфире некоторые минские радиостанции. После он начал активно рассылать свои песни диджеям, чтобы они крутились в клубах. 
В мае 2012-го он выпустил в Беларуси первый сольный альбом, а через год уже собрал многотысячные залы. Его востребованность у концертных промоутеров стала ажиотажной, он дважды выступил в программе «Вечерний Ургант» на Первом канале, а презентация его второго альбома «Жить в кайф» вновь побила рекорды — так, в столице Беларуси она прошла в пятнадцатитысячной «Минск Арене».

Молодой и талантливый белорусский рэп-исполнитель Макс Корж. Мастер бешеных концертов. На странице представлены подборы с аккордами и текстами песен.

Макс Корж, аккорды к песням под гитару, тексты

Макс Корж

Макс Корж, аккорды, песни

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