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Ground I Grew Up On Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics | LAINE HARDY

Published on June 15, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

 
 
Scale: C Major
 
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 
 
 
 C F
 
 
                   C
 That ain’t just dirt
   C
 That ain’t just dust blowin’
                   F
 That ain’t just nothin’ but an old fishin’ hole
  F
 Ain’t just some rooster crowin’
                 C
 It’s where I learned how to be a boy
  C               F
 Washed in the blood and red dirt mud
  F
 Kinda glad I didn’t have a choice
 
 
 Am             G                  F 
 So girl just kick back in that shotgun
  F
 Let me show you where I’m from
 F
 Girl where I’m from
 
 
 
 
         F
 Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads
 F
 And tractors rollin’ over them fields
      C
 And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon
  C
 And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels
 
      F
 And knockin’ them Friday night beers back
 F
 By the train tracks and thinkin’ that
      Am                G            F
 I’d never miss this place when I got gone
 
       C
 But that’s the ground I grew up on
        F
 Yeah that’s the ground I grew up on
 
 
              C
 Girl don’t blink
  C
 You might miss it all
                     F
 It’s where I could fix anything I broke but the law
                   C
 It was hard to leave
 C
 Girl that’s the truth
                       F
 But you know if I’d stuck around this little town I’d never found you
 
 
 
 
         F
 Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads
 F
 And tractors rollin’ over them fields
      C
 And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon
  C
 And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels
 
      F
 And knockin’ them Friday night beers back
 F
 By the train tracks and thinkin’ that
      Am                G            F
 I’d never miss this place when I got gone
       C
 But that’s ground I grew up on
      F
 Yeah that’s the ground I grew up on
 
 
 Am                        G
 Where the tales are as tall as the corn grows
 F
 Baby who knows if we’re lucky
 F
 Maybe one day at our back door
 
 
         F
 Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads
 F
 And tractors rollin’ over them fields
      C
 And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon
  C
 And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels
 
      F
 And knockin’ them Friday night beers back
 F
 By the train tracks and thinkin’ that
      Am                G            F
 I’d never miss this place when I got gone
       Am               G                     F
 But lookin’ back I couldn’t have been more wrong
          C                           
 ‘Cause that’s the ground I grew up on
         F                          C  F C
 Yeah that’s the ground I grew up on
 
 

Lyrics


That ain’t just dirt

That ain’t just dust blowin’

That ain’t just nothin’ but an old fishin’ hole

Ain’t just some rooster crowin’

It’s where I learned how to be a boy

Washed in the blood and red dirt mud

Kinda glad I didn’t have a choice

So girl just kick back in that shotgun

Let me show you where I’m from

Girl, where I’m from

Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads

And tractors rollin’ over them fields

And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon

And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels

And knockin’ them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinkin’ that

I’d never miss this place when I got gone

But that’s the ground I grew up on

Yeah, that’s the ground I grew up on

Girl, don’t blink

You might miss it all

It’s where I could fix anything I broke but the law

It was hard to leave

Girl, that’s the truth

But you know if I’d stuck around

This little town, I’d have never found you

Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads

And tractors rollin’ over them fields

And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon

And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels

And knockin’ them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinkin’ that

I’d never miss this place when I got gone

But that’s ground I grew up on

Yeah, that’s the ground I grew up on

Where the tales are as tall as the corn grows

Baby, who knows if we’re lucky?

Maybe one day at our back door

Might look like nothin’ but gravel roads

And tractors rollin’ over them fields

And prayin’ that we get a little rain soon

And cuttin’ loose in hand me down wheels

And knockin’ them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinkin’ that

I’d never miss this place when I got gone

But lookin’ back I couldn’t have been more wrong

‘Cause that’s the ground I grew up on

Yeah that’s the ground I grew up on

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