The Hamptons Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics  | WALKER COUNTY

The Hamptons Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics | WALKER COUNTY

Published on June 15, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Scale: Eb Major
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 Eb Cm Ab Bb  Eb Cm Ab Bb
 Eb             Cm                  Ab              Bb
 So the dirt road you grew up on wasn’t paved in gold
  Eb              Cm
 And your spoon might’ve not have been silver
  Ab              Bb
 In your froot loops bowl
  Eb               Cm                              Ab
 So you turned sixteen with some dollar tree streamers
           Bb
 Strung up at the pizza hut
 Eb                     Cm                                       Ab
 Closest that you’ve been to Hollywood is when you went to Dollywood
      Bb
 So what?
 Ab              Eb
 We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
           Cm                Bb
 Little towns that nobody’s heard of
 Ab              Eb
 We grow up and go into the world
           Cm                Bb
 Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
 Ab                   Eb                     Cm         Bb
 Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
 Ab            Eb
 Be proud of where you came from
 Cm          Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons
 Ab Eb Cm Bb
 Eb              Cm
 So your three room double wide
         Ab               Bb
 Ain’t sitting on a seaside coast
 Eb                 Cm
 And your yacht, it’s an eight foot jon boat
  Ab             Bb
 But hell it floats
 Eb                     Cm
 You might be making extra cash working weekends
            Ab         Bb
 At the sunglass kiosk in the mall
 Eb               Cm
 Or you’ll get rich quick with a Quikstop
  Ab                       Bb
 Winning number ticket playing Powerball
 Ab              Eb
 We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
           Cm                Bb
 Little towns that nobody’s heard of
 Ab              Eb
 We grow up and go into the world
           Cm                Bb
 Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
 Ab                   Eb                     Cm         Bb
 Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
 Ab            Eb
 Be proud of where you came from
 Cm          Bb             Ab Eb  Cm Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons
             Bb            Ab Eb  Cm Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons, no
   Ab        Eb
 We’re hardworking two-star, blue collar
  Cm            Bb
 Boxed wine, mason jar drinkers
   Ab            Eb
 We’re all a little homemade, hand me down
  Cm                  Bb
 Hang around, greener grass dreamers
 Ab                      Eb                 Cm           Bb
 Yeah, we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
 Ab            Eb
 Be proud of where you came from
 Cm          Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons
 Ab         Eb               Cm
 Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
           Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons
 Ab          Eb                Cm
 Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
            Bb
 Nobody’s from the Hamptons

Lyrics


So the dirt road you grew up on wasn’t paved in gold
And your spoon might’ve not have been silver
In your froot loops bowl
So you turned sixteen with some dollar tree streamers
Strung up at the pizza hut
Closest that you’ve been to Hollywood is when you went to Dollywood
So what?
We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
Little towns that nobody’s heard of
We grow up and go into the world
Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
So your three room double wide
Ain’t sitting on a seaside coast
And your yacht, it’s an eight foot jon boat
But hell it floats
You might be making extra cash working weekends
At the sunglass kiosk in the mall
Or you’ll get rich quick with a Quikstop
Winning number ticket playing Powerball
We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
Little towns that nobody’s heard of
We grow up and go into the world
Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody’s from the Hamptons, no
We’re hardworking two-star, blue collar
Boxed wine, mason jar drinkers
We’re all a little homemade, hand me down
Hang around, greener grass dreamers
Yeah, we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody’s from the Hamptons

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