Cifras
Ain't Nothin' Like

Tom: G

Introdução:

dificuldade
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        F-  C-  G-  C-  F-  C-  G-  
                     F-  C-  G-  Am-  F-  C-  G-  C  
(verse 1)
C                                    F                              C  
I like kickin back on the sofa,
C                                                                                                 G                      C  
Flippin through the channels just to see what's on,
C                                              F                      C  
And I enjoy eatin eggs over easy,
C                                                                                         G                 C  
Soppin up with a biscut till the yellow's gone,
                  F              C              G                                                 C  
Ain't nothin like, watching a bunch of younin's,
                     F                                                      C  
Runnin screamin through the sprinler,
                          G                            C  
In their little bare feet,
                F                 C            G                                    Am  
Ain't nothin like findin twenty dollars,
                  F                                      C                                         G                      C  
In the pocket of the britches that you wore last week,
          F-  C-  G-  C-  F-  C-  G-  C  
(verse 2)
C                                                 F                            C  
I get in to gettin out on the mower,
C                                                                                                 G                 C  
In the early mornin hours before the sun gets hot,
C                                              F                      C  
And I like goin down to the Kroger,
C                                                                              G                 C  
When the carnival comes to the parkin lot,
(chorus)
                  F              C              G                                 C  
Ain't nothin like throwin a hula poper,
     F                         C                                         G                                 C  
Draggin it across the spot a biggun oughtta be,
                F                 C            G                                 Am  
Ain't nothin like havin him for supper,
                  F                                      C                                         G                 C  
With some good hush puppies and some sweet ice tea,
                F-  C-  G-  C-  F-  C-  G-  C-  
                                        F-  C-  G-  Am-  F-  C-  G-  C  
(bridge)
                          Am         F                                                 C  
This ole world holds all kinds of treasures,
             Am         D              G                            F              G  
And every day it just keeps gettin better,
(chorus)
                                  F              C              G                            C  
Cause ain't nothin like, findin that woman,
                             F                                         C                              G                            C  
That you know you're gonna love for the rest a your life,
                             F              C            G                                            Am  
And ain't nothin like knowin the Lord's a comin,
  F                    C                                      G                 C  
Back one day to make ya wanna do right,
(chorus)
                  F              C              G                                                 C  
Ain't nothin like, watching a bunch of younin's,
                     F                                                      C  
Runnin screamin through the sprinler,
                          G                            C  
In their little bare feet,
                F                 C            G                                    Am  
Ain't nothin like findin twenty dollars,
                  F                                      C                                         G                      C  
In the pocket of the britches that you wore last week,
(chorus)
                  F              C              G                                 C  
Ain't nothin like throwin a hula poper,
     F                         C                                         G                                 C  
Draggin it across the spot a biggun oughtta be,
                F                 C            G                                 Am  
Ain't nothin like havin him for supper,
                  F                                      C                                         G                 C  
With some good hush puppies and some sweet ice tea,
        F-  C-  G-  C-  F-  C-  G-  C-  
                                        F-  C-  G-  Am-  F-  C-  G-  C