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| 1. | -- | P32 | 137 | Blown AwayCarrie Underwood Am C G | ||
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| 2. | -- | P38 | 74 | Before He CheatsCarrie Underwood | ||
| 3. | -- | ----- | --- | Undo ItCarrie Underwood | ||
| 4. | -- | ----- | --- | Jesus, take the WheelCarrie Underwood |
1. Blown Away by Carrie Underwood |
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V1-
Am C G
Dry lightning cracked across the skies
Am C G
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
Am C
Her daddy was a mean old mister
G D
And mama was an angel in the ground
Am C
The weatherman called for a twister
G D
She prayed blow it down
Pre-Chorus-
Am C
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
G
To wash the sins out of that house
Am C
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
G
To rip the nails out of the past
Chorus-
Am C G
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away
Am C G
Every brick, every board, every slamin' door blown away
Am
'Til there's nothing left standing
C G
Nothing left of yesterday
Am C G D
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Am C G D
Blown away
V2-
Am C G
She heard those sirens screaming out
Am C G
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
Am C
She locked herself in the cellar
G D
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Am C
Some people called it taking shelter
G D
She called it sweet revenge
Chorus-
Am C G
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away
Am C G
Every brick, every board, every slamin' door blown away
Am
'Til there's nothing left standing
C G
Nothing left of yesterday
Am C G D
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Am C G D
Blown away
Bridge-
Am C
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
G
To wash the sins out of that house
Am C
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
G
To rip the nails out of the past
Chorus-
Am C G
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away (Blown away)
Am C G
Every brick, every board, every slamin' door blown away (Blown away)
Am
'Til there's nothing left standing
C G
Nothing left of yesterday (Blown away)
Am C G D
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Am C G D
Blown away
Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D
Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away |
2. Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood |
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Intro]
F#m E D E F#m E D C#7
[Verse 1]
F#m E D
Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp
C#7
and she's probably getting frisky
F#m E D
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she
C#7
can't shoot whiskey
F#m E D C# B
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showing her how to shoot a combo
C#7
and he don't know
[Chorus]
D F#m D F#m
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive,
D F#m C#7
carved my name into his leather seat
D F#m
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
D F#m
slashed a hole in all 4 tires
D C# F#m F#m E D C#7
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
[Verse 2]
F#m E
Right now, she's probably up singing some
D C#7
white-trash version of Shania karaoke
F#m E
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
D C#7
and he's a thinking that he's gonna lucky,
F#m E D C#
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
B C#7
Oh, and he don't know
[Chorus]
D F#m D F#m
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive,
D F#m C#7
carved my name into his leather seat,
D F#m
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
D F#m
slashed a hole in all 4 tires
D C# F#m
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
[Bridge]
A E D
I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,
B C#7
'Cause the next time that he cheats
F#m E D E
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
F#m E D A E
Ohh... not on me
[Chorus]
D F#m D F#m
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive,
D F#m C#7
carved my name into his leather seat,
D F#m
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
D F#m
slashed a hole in all 4 tires
D C# B
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
D C#7 F#m E D C#7
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
F#m
Oh, before he cheats |