Intro -| C | C | C | C . . .C F What is this, Nobody knowsC G Playing a fool, making nothing My goalC F Gonna ride like its a S , all coked out and highC | C | C | C | C ... | Craving that a feeling just to ease Your mindC F Greasing up the gears, with what is leftC G Never gonna push this through any kind of testC F Holding out on the good times, that We all knowC G C Digging up dirt just to fill a holeF And yeah We're creeping out late just to go insaneC G Making time fly right through Our brainsC G Am The change of seasons is a change in My soulF G | C | C | C | C . . . Back road racing through My permanent headphones| C | C | F | F || C | C | G | G || Am | Am | F | F || C | G | C | C | C | C . . .C F Like a thunder rollin', We rode right out of TownC G Waiting to be released, You won't see Me aroundC F Walking slowly down a dusty roadC G C Granpas' laughing, telling dirty jokesF And yeah We're creeping out late just to go insaneC G Making time fly right through Our brainsC G Am The change of seasons is a change in My soulF G C Back road racing through My permanent headphonesF G C Back road racing through My permanent headphonesF G | C | C | C | C . . . Back road racing through My permanent headphones| C | C | F | F || C | C | G | G || C | C | G | G || C | G | C | G | C . . .
Permanent Headphones
Parker McCollum
- Am
- C
- F
- G
Continua depois do anúncio
Tom: