Biografía:
Florida Georgia Line (a veces abreviado como FGL) es un dúo de música country estadounidense compuesto por los vocalistas Tyler Hubbard y Brian Kelley. Su primer single de 2012, "Cruise", rompió dos récords de ventas: fue descargado más de siete millones de veces, lo que lo convierte en la primera canción de country en recibir la certificación de diamante, y se convirtió en la canción de country digital más vendida de todos los tiempos, con 24 semanas en el número uno
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Otras canciones:
- Bumpin' The Night
- Cruise
- Dirt
- May We All
- Sippin On Fire
- Party People
- Round Here
- Stay
- Angel
- Anything Goes
- Backwoods Beauty Queen
- Blessings
- Bumpin The Night
- Cant Hide Red
- Cant Say I Aint Country
- Colorado
- Confession
- Country In My Soul
- Dance For Me
- Dayum Baby
- Dig Your Roots
- Every Night
- Get Your Shine On
- Girl On The Radio
- God Your Mama And Me
- Good Girl Bad Boy
- Good Good
- Grow Old
- Hands On You
- Headphones
- Heatwave
- Hell Raisin Heat Of The Summer
- Heres To The Good Times
- Holy
- Island
- Its Just What We Do
- Itz Just What We Do
- Life Is A Honeymoon
- Lifer
- Like You Aint Even Gone
- Like You Never Had It
- Man I Am Today
- Music Is Healing
- Never Let Her Go
- People Are Different
- People Back Home
- Simple
- Sittin Pretty
- Small Town
- Smile
- Smoke
- Smooth
- Speed Of Love
- Summerland
- Sun Daze
- Swerve
- Take It Out On Me
- Talk You Out Of It
- Tell Me How You Like It
- Thats Whats Up
- This Is How We Roll
- Tip It Back
- Told You
- What Are You Drinking About
- While Hes Still Around
- Wish You Were On It
- Women
- Yall Boys
- Youre Country
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
CAPO 1
INTRO
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You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time,
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Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond.
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Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road.
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Georgia clay mudhole, that's how these boys roll
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Now it's late night underneath the moonlight.
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Errybody's feelin right, sippin on a bud light.
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Go on drop yo' tailgate, turn up your radio.
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I'm a build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home
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Kick back, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
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Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.
Chorus
E D A
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright,
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It's our backwoods, boondock roots, it's just what we do.
It's just what we do.
E D A
Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin through your blood,
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There ain't no hidin the truth, it's just what we do.
It's just what we do.
D A E
Yeah, it's just what we do
[Verse 2:]
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You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties, tell em bout the party,
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So don't forget the Bacardi.
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Time to get your buzz on and your love on, all night long,
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And if you play your hand right, you won't have to go home alone.
E
Six string pickin, solo cup sippin, and when the moments right, grab ya phone and get them digits,
E
Crankin that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus.
E
Come Sunday morning that preacher, he bout to preach it
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Kick back, relax and pass the good time moonshine.
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Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line.
CHORUS X3
INTRO
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E
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time,
E
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond.
E
Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road.
E
Georgia clay mudhole, that's how these boys roll
E
Now it's late night underneath the moonlight.
E
Errybody's feelin right, sippin on a bud light.
E
Go on drop yo' tailgate, turn up your radio.
E
I'm a build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home
E
Kick back, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
E
Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.
Chorus
E D A
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright,
E
It's our backwoods, boondock roots, it's just what we do.
It's just what we do.
E D A
Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin through your blood,
E
There ain't no hidin the truth, it's just what we do.
It's just what we do.
D A E
Yeah, it's just what we do
[Verse 2:]
E
You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties, tell em bout the party,
E
So don't forget the Bacardi.
E
Time to get your buzz on and your love on, all night long,
E
And if you play your hand right, you won't have to go home alone.
E
Six string pickin, solo cup sippin, and when the moments right, grab ya phone and get them digits,
E
Crankin that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus.
E
Come Sunday morning that preacher, he bout to preach it
E
Kick back, relax and pass the good time moonshine.
E
Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line.
CHORUS X3
Flyleaf
Fm Belfast
Fm Static
Fmk
Foals