Biography:
Kip Christian Moore (born April 1, 1980) is an American country music singer and songwriter signed to MCA Nashville. He has released a total of four studio albums for the label: Up All Night, Wild Ones, Slowheart, and Wild World. Moore has charted a total of 12 entries on Billboard Hot Country Songs and Country Airplay including the #1 "Somethin' 'Bout a Truck" and four additional Top 10 hits. He has also written songs for Frankie Ballard, Thompson Square, and James Wesley.
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Other songs:
- Some Thing Bout A Truck
- Hey Pretty Girl
- Somethin’ ‘Bout A Truck
- Backseat
- Beer Money
- Bittersweet Company
- Blonde
- Burn The Whole World Down
- Come And Get It
- Comeback Kid
- Complicated
- Crazy One More Time
- Dirt Road
- Drive Me Crazy
- Everything But You
- Faith When I Fall
- Fast Woman
- Fly Again
- Good Thing
- Guitar Man
- Hang A While
- Hearts Desire
- Im To Blame
- It Aint California
- Ive Been Around
- Just Another Girl
- Last Shot
- Lead Me
- Lil Mama
- Lipstick
- Love You To The Moon
- Magic
- Mary Was The Marryin Kind
- Mary Was The Marrying Kind
- More Girls Like You
- My Babys Gone
- New York City
- Plead The Fifth
- Reckless
- Reckless Still Growin Up
- Running For You
- Shes Mine
- Somethin Bout A Truck
- Something Bout A Truck
- Sunburn
- Tennessee Boy
- That Was Us
- The Bull
- Try Again
- What Ya Got On Tonight
- Wish It Was Me
- Young Love
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Palm Muted Power Chords
[Intro]
Am G C (x3) F
[Verse 1]
G Am G C
When the preacher talks of heaven,
Am G C
he paints it real nice,
Am G C
Says you better get to livin',
F
better get to livin' right
Am G C
You're gonna get your mansion,
Am G C
but save it for your soul
Am G C
You're gonna do your dancin',
F
city streets of gold.
[Chorus]
Am G C Am G C
Unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
Am G C F
A little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Am G C Am G C
Can cuddle with my baby and pull her real close
Am G C F
Oh I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
You better quit your drinkin', better quit the smokin' too,
Trade in backseat Saturday nights for Sunday morning pew.
Well I've never been nothing, nothing more than what you see,
Like my truck, I'm made for running, down to a midnight creek.
[Chorus]
(same chords)
So unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
Little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Can cuddle with my baby and pull her real close
Oh I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road.
[Distorted]
Am G C (x3) F
All of this flying high, gonna leave you falling short
And get knock knock knocking on Heaven's basement door.
But the one thing's for sure...
[Chorus]
(same chords)
Unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
With little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Can cuddle with my baby, and pull her real close
I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road.
[Intro]
Am G C (x3) F
[Verse 1]
G Am G C
When the preacher talks of heaven,
Am G C
he paints it real nice,
Am G C
Says you better get to livin',
F
better get to livin' right
Am G C
You're gonna get your mansion,
Am G C
but save it for your soul
Am G C
You're gonna do your dancin',
F
city streets of gold.
[Chorus]
Am G C Am G C
Unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
Am G C F
A little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Am G C Am G C
Can cuddle with my baby and pull her real close
Am G C F
Oh I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
You better quit your drinkin', better quit the smokin' too,
Trade in backseat Saturday nights for Sunday morning pew.
Well I've never been nothing, nothing more than what you see,
Like my truck, I'm made for running, down to a midnight creek.
[Chorus]
(same chords)
So unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
Little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Can cuddle with my baby and pull her real close
Oh I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road.
[Distorted]
Am G C (x3) F
All of this flying high, gonna leave you falling short
And get knock knock knocking on Heaven's basement door.
But the one thing's for sure...
[Chorus]
(same chords)
Unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole,
With little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light.
Can cuddle with my baby, and pull her real close
I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road.
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