Аккорды к песне Brett Kissel — Ain’t the Same
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[Intro]
C D/B
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C D/B
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[Verse 1]
C D/B
Baby, this truck rides better on a back road
C D/B
And this beer tastes better when it’s ice cold
C D/B
Like a small town water tower needs a little spray paint on it
Am
I got your name on my heart ’cause you’re all I ever wanted
[Chorus]
C
The beach ain’t the same without the sun
D/B
Coke ain’t the same without the rum
Am
Vegas needs them neon lights
G
Tequila needs that lime
C
Smoke ain’t the same without the green
D/B
Guitars can’t rock without the strings
Am
Sky ain’t the same without the blue
G
And girl, I ain’t the same without you
[Verse 2]
C D/B
Everybody knows a kiss tastes better in the moonlight
Am D/B
And making love feels better when it’s all night
C D/B
It’s the perfect combination when lightning strikes with thunder
Am
Yeah, I can’t imagine life without you by my side
Am
The emptiness inside having one without the other ’cause
[Chorus]
C
The beach ain’t the same without the sun
D/B
Coke ain’t the same without the rum
Am
Vegas needs them neon lights
G
Tequila needs that lime
C
Smoke ain’t the same without the green
D/B
Guitars can’t rock without the strings
Am
Sky ain’t the same without the blue
G C
And girl, I ain’t the same without you
[Post-Chorus]
D/B Am
Girl, I ain’t the same without you
G C
Girl, I ain’t the same without you
D/B Am
Girl, I ain’t the same, no
G
Oh
[Bridge]
C
I ain’t the same without you
D/B
Girl, you’re the one that I need
Am
Like flowers need rain, like gas needs the flame
You’re the wild in all my dreams, oh
[Chorus]
C
The beach ain’t the same without the sun
D/B
Coke ain’t the same without the rum
Am
Vegas needs them neon lights
G
Tequila needs that lime
C
Smoke ain’t the same without the green
D/B
Guitars can’t rock without the strings
Am
Sky ain’t the same without the blue
G C
And girl, I ain’t the same without you..
[Outro]
D/B Am
Girl, I ain’t the same without you
G C
Girl, I ain’t the same without you
D/B Am G
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Аппликатуры аккордов
Am
C
G
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