Sweet Appalachia Acordes por Jackson Dean

[Start]

[Intro]
Dm C Dm Dsus4 Dm D7
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[Verse]
        Dm                                         G7       Dm
When my soul wants to fly up high like mist on the mountain ■ 
               Dm       
Ship me out to Tennessee
                                            G7       Dm
Where my days tick down and the clock stops counting ■ 
                               Dm
Let the rain do the crying for me
C                                G   
Something in me knows I'm almost home


[Chorus]
            Dm                          F             
Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps
C                         G              
Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me back
Dm                          F         
Grew up running through the sour trees
C                                    G      
And that's right where they're gonna bury me
Dm               F   
Wherever I might roam
     C7  C        G    
I'll fit it in my bones
            Dm                          F              C                         G         
Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
D7  
back


[Verse]
Dm                                        G       Dm
■  Well I work real hard for a fistful of dollars ■ 
Dsus4                            Dm
But I ain't gonna take them with me
D7                                                          G    Dm
Just throw them out the window let them blow around the hot land ■ 
D7                       
Y'all just have one on me
C            C7                                
Just raise a glass to the Ococanee County Ghost


[Chorus]
G7    G       Dm                          F              C                         G         
Cause ■ I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
    
back
Dm                          F          C                              G          Dm
Grew up running through the sour trees And that's right where they're gonna bury me
                 F         C            G    
Wherever I might roam I'll fit it in my bones
            Dm                          F              C                         G         
Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
Dm  
back


[Solo]
F C G Dm C G Dm D7
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[Chorus]
D7   
Where
Dm                                            
My soul wants to fly like mist on the mountain
      G                                     Bb      
Where my days tick down and the clock stops counting
Bbmaj7      Dm                                         F                         Gsus4     
Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
    
back
Dm    C       Dm                          F              C                         G         
Cause ■ I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
    
back
Dm                          F          C                                    G      
Grew up running through the sour trees And that's right where they're gonna bury me
Dm               F         C            G    
Wherever I might roam I'll fit it in my bones
            Dm                          F              C                         G       Dm
Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the crumbling gaps Sweet apple lots of keeps calling me
    
back


[Outro]

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