Аккорды к песне Matt Stell — Smooth

 
|Intro| 
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|Verse 1| 
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If the deed was still in my grandpa's hands 
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His farm would be where this Walmart stands 
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But he's as gone as the good old days 
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'Fore the whitetail left and the progress came 
 
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To the front door saying, "Name your price" 
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Your neighbors all sold, so we thought you might 
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Want to cut the kind of deal that'd change your life 
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Man they were right 
 
|Chorus| 
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I could blame my family for wanting to sell 
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Blame the price of cattle for going to hell 
   Em                         D 
Blame that banker and call him a crook 
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Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took 
 
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When they cut the trees down and dug up my roots 
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Now I'm stressed in loafers instead of sweating in boots 
   Em                         D 
The price per acre can't change the truth 
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My life got rough when my hands got smooth 
 
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|Verse 2| 
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It was up with the dawn. It was praying for rain 
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And if it was sunny, we were making hay 
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The diesel was high, but the smiles were cheap 
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Like tailgate beers and a good night's sleep 
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Now the daily grind, it never stops 
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I got an empty soul and a full inbox 
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Orange bottles 'round the bathroom sink 
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To catch a few restless wings 
 
|Chorus| 
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I could blame my family for wanting to sell 
   A 
Blame the price of cattle for going to hell 
   Em                         D 
Blame that banker and call him a crook 
G              A 
Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took 
 
     D 
When they cut the trees down and dug up my roots 
   A 
Now I'm stressed in loafers instead of sweating in boots 
   Em                         D 
The price per acre can't change the truth 
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My life got rough when my hands got smooth 
 
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|Bridge| 
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Now groceries get delivered where they used to get grown 
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Replaced all of our neighbors with strangers on phones 
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They keep paving, adding lanes but there ain't no way to make it back home 
 
|Chorus| 
      D 
I could blame my family for wanting to sell 
   A 
Blame the price of cattle for going to hell 
   Em                         D 
Blame that banker and call him a crook 
G              A 
Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took 
 
     D 
When they cut the trees down and dug up my roots 
   A 
Now I'm stressed in loafers instead of sweating in boots 
   Em                         D 
The price per acre can't change the truth 
G                                 D 
My life got rough when my hands got smooth 
 
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