Тональность: A major
Intro 1
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Em
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Verse 1
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Country roads,
D
Em
C
take me home
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D
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It was 4 -24 -3 -0 -4 -7 -6,
D
another white trailer parked,
he was thrown in the mix
Em
Class clowned the head down
C
Em
as I walked through the hall
C
All the kids would call me f***
cause I could rhyme and play ball
G
But stand tall, daddy said
never lay your head low
D
Summer fishin' with my
pap in the Winnebago
Em
Times were tough,
but we made ends meet
C
Mama worked the miracles
just so we could eat
G
Always gettin' picked on
was the smallest in my class
D
Till I stood up to the bully
and whopped that kid
Em
C
Em
Daddy was a fruit stacker with white trash
C
Mr. Jones hid his wife
but I was too scared to ask
G
It's crazy when you think back
which memories last
D
Kissed a West Virginia boy
and a little of my past
C
Bittersweet when I look back,
the emotion it brings
G
I remember Mama rockin' me to sleep
as she was singin'
D
Country roads, take me home
Em
C
To the place where I belong
G
D
C
G
West Virginia, Ma and Mama
I'm 18 now and I'm free at last
D
But got a problem with the bottle
and I'm ballin' fast
Em
Like self -destruction
C
wasn't kids on the mission
Am
I did a lot of things
C
that wasn't really Christian
G
Wrong habits, wrong crowds,
a lot of things I ain't too proud
D
Basically a wild child,
drunk and high, screamin' loud
Em
Hustlin', dealin', robbin',
stealin' things that left my conscience reelin'
C
I'm alcoholic, I'm still healin'
Some of y 'all know the feelin'
G
Play with fire, you get burned
And listen, that'll never learn
D
Eventually, they called the law
What they seen, what they saw
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Em
C
Behind the bars, I did it my collect
Call a grandpa a judge
With a grudge,
and the man wouldn't budge
G
When all was said and done,
it was a three -year sentence
D
I'm prayin' in my cell,
beggin' Jesus for repentance
C
Payin' for the wrong path
that Jason Malice chose
G
C
Now I'm starin' through these bars,
G
and I'm really missin' those
D
Country roads, take me home,
Em
C
to the place, where I belong,
G
West Virginia, my mama,
D
C
take me home,
Now I had to get sober
and get right with the Lord,
D
Rapping on the porch,
that's where many things was born
C
Em
Warned every major battle
next to Jay -Z on the stage
C
Called 50 Cent a punk
in front of thousands in a rage
G
The vulture start calling,
sign the dotted line
D
You should be listening
and here's how you should rhyme
C
Package me as a product,
Em
white boy that did time
C
Thousand people with my ear
and I nearly lost my mind
no one listened to a word
D
Last straw was when they said to
say that I'm from Pittsburgh
C
Em
I put down the mic for two years
It wasn't about music,
then the burdens were bare
G
But my conscience wasn't right,
cause my people need a voice
D
Knew what I had to do,
and I didn't have a choice
C
I picked it back up,
West Virginia do or die
G
C
G
Can't live without music,
so I represent my
D
Future roads, take me home,
Em
C
to the place, where I belong
G
D
West Virginia, my mama,
Outro 1
country roads
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