Аккорды к песне ​Carrie Underwood — Stretchy Pants

 
|Intro| Gm 
 
|Verse 1| 
Gm 
Time to celebrate the season, haven't eaten all day 
My tummy is growling 'cause I've been saving up space 
I've got my place at the table, can't fit no more on my plate 
I've got my fork in my hand ready to stuff my face 
 
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes 
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches 
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you 
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round 2 
 
|Chorus| 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
     Gm      F            C      D# 
Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for me  
 
          Gm           F         C    D# 
'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
 
|Verse 2| 
Gm 
Ask me where I got 'em, Amazon at my door 
And if I wear this pair out, I'm gonna buy me some more 
I got leftovers waiting in the fridge for repeating 
                                    C     D# 
Give me a nap and an hour, you know they gonna get eaten 
 
Gm 
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes 
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches 
Can't get my skinny jeans on, but don't feel sorry for me 
                                       C       D# 
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round 3 
 
|Chorus| 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
     Gm      F            C      D# 
Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for me  
 
          Gm           F         C    D# 
'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
 
 |Bridge| 
Gm 
Fruitcake, I'll try it 
Ambrosia, I'll try it 
Aunt Bertha's 'nana pudding with a cherry on top 
Cookies, I'll have some 
Oh Gingerbread, leave no crumbs 
Guzzle down some egg nog, even though I'm 'bout to pop 
 
|Chorus| 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
   Gm           F       C             D# 
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes 
           Gm          F         C           D# 
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches 
        Gm            F          C            D# 
And when you think that I'm done, and I'm laid out on the floor 
         Gm           F             C            D# 
No no no don't let me fool ya, I got some room for some more 
 
        Gm           F  C      D# 
With my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
         Gm           F    C    D# 
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) 
         Gm          F   C      D# 
Oh oh oh...my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) 
       Gm          F   C      D# 
Mmm I got my stretchy pants on ya'll (stretchy, stretchy) 
 
Gm 
Santa ain't got nothing on me