Biografía:
Colt Ford é um artista do Hip Hop internacional com trajes country. Ficou mundialmente conhecido pelo single Dirt Road Anthem, com as suas parcerias Jason Aldea, Brantley Gilbert e Ludacris. Já colaborou com artistas da música country e do rap mundial como Kevin Fowler, Run-DMC, Lil Wayne, Ludacris, John Michael Montgommery, Jason Aldean, Bubba Sparxxx e outros. Faz sucesso em vários países mas é mais popular nos Estados Unidos.
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Note 1: Thanks to submitter 'Little_Dodge94' for the intro Tabs at the beginning of this song.
Note 2: C* and F* are the full regular C and F but only strummed once and then allowed to ring.
No Trash In My Trailer Colt Ford
* = single strum only then let ring. H = hammer on. P = Pull off. B = Bend.
H P P B
D|------------------------|
A|----------------------3-|
F|----------------------2-|
“Colt Ford” C|-----0-3-0---0--------0-| “Where’s my stuff?”
G|-0-3-------3---3-0----0-|
C|-------------------3--0-|
C* F*
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive,
C* G*
I got a mean ass dog whose name is ‘sick’em Sam’.
C
I got a motor hanging from a tree, a satellite dish, a trampoline,
F
A 68 red cheval, been known to raise a little hell.
C G7
All night, bar fight, some of ya say I ain’t livin’ right,
C
Eat burner beans and fried spam, but I ain’t what you all say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C
I burn my trash in a trunk, sometimes I shoot my gun,
F
I’m mud boggin and camouflaging, a ball game is what I’m watching.
C
I work hard, mow the yard, fish hunt, knuckle scars,
G7
Change the oil, plow the soil, love the notes to country boy.
C
Wear a suit to church and stuff, my Daddy’s the one that made me tough,
F
He told me Son, don’t be ashamed, of who you are and the family name,
C G7
I’m making it proud, saying it loud, doing my thing with the country crowd,
C
I tell you the truth, and don’t give a damn, but I ain’t what ya’ll say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C C F F C G7 C C
“Go on and burn a little trash for me there boys.”
C* F* C
No there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
F C G7 C
No there’s no trailer trash, living here.......
“It’s pretty dang spotless around here now Uncle Mike!”
Note 2: C* and F* are the full regular C and F but only strummed once and then allowed to ring.
No Trash In My Trailer Colt Ford
* = single strum only then let ring. H = hammer on. P = Pull off. B = Bend.
H P P B
D|------------------------|
A|----------------------3-|
F|----------------------2-|
“Colt Ford” C|-----0-3-0---0--------0-| “Where’s my stuff?”
G|-0-3-------3---3-0----0-|
C|-------------------3--0-|
C* F*
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive,
C* G*
I got a mean ass dog whose name is ‘sick’em Sam’.
C
I got a motor hanging from a tree, a satellite dish, a trampoline,
F
A 68 red cheval, been known to raise a little hell.
C G7
All night, bar fight, some of ya say I ain’t livin’ right,
C
Eat burner beans and fried spam, but I ain’t what you all say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C
I burn my trash in a trunk, sometimes I shoot my gun,
F
I’m mud boggin and camouflaging, a ball game is what I’m watching.
C
I work hard, mow the yard, fish hunt, knuckle scars,
G7
Change the oil, plow the soil, love the notes to country boy.
C
Wear a suit to church and stuff, my Daddy’s the one that made me tough,
F
He told me Son, don’t be ashamed, of who you are and the family name,
C G7
I’m making it proud, saying it loud, doing my thing with the country crowd,
C
I tell you the truth, and don’t give a damn, but I ain’t what ya’ll say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C C F F C G7 C C
“Go on and burn a little trash for me there boys.”
C* F* C
No there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
F C G7 C
No there’s no trailer trash, living here.......
“It’s pretty dang spotless around here now Uncle Mike!”
Colum Sands
Columbine (Franc (...)
Columbus
Colyer
Comanche
Combo De Veracru (...)
Combo Novo
Come And See
Come Gather Roun (...)
Come Together!