Kid Rock - Son Of Detroit, аккорды песни для гитары

Son of Detriot


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C
 riff, like La Grange
Last measure of chorus is wrong, but sounds ok.

Riff (verses)
I like to play hank williams jr records
Just as loud as they will rock
Im into lynyrd skynyrd run dmc
And that american pimp kid rock
I like willie, waylon, george and merle and a lot of zz top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And i love me some hip hop

Chorus
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Im a redneck rock-n-roll son of detroit
I dont like no new wave
	      
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Techno bands around
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A
	
Im a drink a couple dozen beers
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A
Go out and jam some gears
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E
Im a long haired redneck rock-n-roll
           
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Son of detroit

Riff
I got bougart and west coast chopper
That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like i live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell

riff
I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
And ill show you where its at


Brandon Barton

Son of Detriot


A
 
C
 
D
 
C
 riff, like La Grange
Last measure of chorus is wrong, but sounds ok.

Riff (verses)
I like to play hank williams jr records
Just as loud as they will rock
Im into lynyrd skynyrd run dmc
And that american pimp kid rock
I like willie, waylon, george and merle and a lot of zz top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And i love me some hip hop

Chorus
D
			
A
Im a redneck rock-n-roll son of detroit
I dont like no new wave
	      
B
 
Techno bands around
D
		       
A
	
Im a drink a couple dozen beers
D
                              
A
Go out and jam some gears
D
                      
A
           
E
Im a long haired redneck rock-n-roll
           
A
Son of detroit

Riff
I got bougart and west coast chopper
That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like i live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell

riff
I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
And ill show you where its at


Brandon Barton