Ridin High Chords by Jawga Boyz

[Start]

[Intro]
Am F E7 Am F E7 E Am
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F F7 F E7
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[Chorus]
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      F7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
E7                     Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      F7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                              E7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high


[Verse]
A7                       
Jawga Boyz we ridin' high
   A7                          
We back in the jacked up trucks
          A7                          
Ridin' on fortyfour's mud on the doors
        A7                  
And our plan is to get stuck
       F7                    
On the phone call up the boys
         F7                         
Let them all know to bring them toys
      F7                                  
Got a winch on the front if you need a tow
    E7                                      
And straight pipes that make some noise yeah
A7                                             
We comin' from a mile away you can hear th roar
     A7                                                   
Them knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before
   F7                                                            
If you want a ride then I gotta say hop in at your own discretion
                                              E7                       
'cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
      A7                                                  
Got a twelve gauge on the black glass and it's ready to go
       Am                                                       
When I am on the road I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
F                   F7                               
Dip in my lip and a cup of spit in the middle console
      E7                                                        
Still gettin' hunnies and scarin' bunnies you already know ha ha
        E7                                       
So this truck gonna keep on rollin' down the road
Am                                                     
And it ain't no joke 'cause Jawga Boyz are as good gold
   F                                              F7                             
So take some notes when you hear us flow when you see the mud hangin' on the door
   F7                                           
My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show 'cause


[Chorus]
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F          
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
F7                                
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       A7     Am     
We jack 'em up then we ridin' ■  high
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F          
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
F7                     F          
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high


[Verse]
          A7                 
Deep down ■  in the woods yep
A7                     
High like the trees yep
  A7               
A bunch of rednecks
         A7                  
We don't have no damn degrees
        Am                    
And I'm reppin' for the sticks
    F7                  
I'm reppin' for us hicks
    F7                                             
I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
   F7                      
My Chevy truck is jacked up
  F7                     
A mud hole make me act up
  Am                      
I snatch it tight slack up
    A7                        
I'm slingin' mud y'all back up
     Am               F7 
It's true it ain't no lie
           F7                 
My Chevy's high on fortyfive's
E7                                        
Cruzin' DUI you know I'm sippin' apple pie
         E7                  
Got that wheelie rompin' loud
          E7             
Black and camo on my ride
          A7                                                 
Yeah that Georgia flag flys 'cause I'm known to show my pride
        F7                
Yeah we creep and we crawl
        F7                   
Country clique yelling yeehaw
E7                                                   
I've had some slips and falls due to too much alcohol
        E7                                         
Yeah my truck sits tall say I'm scarin' acrophobics
                                            A7                   
Grippin' mud and climbin' rocks still can't find a way to roll it
        F7                                            
Now I'm with these Jawga Boyz and we ridin' Tonka toys
          E7                                             
With them big trucks big tires we jack 'em up and then we


[Chorus]
A7     Am  
Ridin' high
                              Am  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                              F   
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       E7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       Am     A7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       A7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      F7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       E7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high


[Verse]
A7                                         
Fortyfour's big trucks camo paint big bucks
A7                                                      
Nuts on my truck hitch I'm draggin' them in the mud ruts
F7                                                 
Just some ol' country boys high like the pine trees
E7                                               
And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
A7                                                     
Southern blood runs through my veins we some rebel boys
                                                          A7  
Cross the river you ain't heard Bottleneck and them Jawga Boyz
F7                                                        
Comin' through on the Tonka toys ridin' high and jacked up
E7                                                
Slangin' mud like the hubs we got that Mack 'cause
A7                          Am                      
Raw dog in the Georgia Clay jacked up is how we play
                                               Am    
This is how we do it buck we keep 'em southern raised
F                                                       
Stuck in our southern ways stayin' in the desperate days
E7                                                    
We ridin' high and jack 'em up they ain't no other way
A7                              Am                          
Better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that Chevy squeal
                                               Am  
True gritty country boys hick life you know it real
F                                                  
We on that southern grind we jacked up all the time
E7                  
We ridin' in the sky
                       A7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high


[Chorus]
Am                                
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      F7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       E7         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       A7     Am  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       Am         
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      F7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
                       F      E7  
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high


[Outro]
A7 F7 E7 A7 F7 E7 A7 F7
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E7 A7 F7
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[End]