Cifras
Everybody Knows Shes Mine

Tom: G

Introdução: G    D    Em    F    F#    G    D    C7    G    C7    G    

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                          G                                                                                                                 C                                                              G  
She look good when she wakes up in the morning, even better than she did last night
                                                                                                                                                                     D  
And when she smiles at me and kisses my cheek, I'm thinking, Lord, I must be living right
        G                                                                                                 C                                                    D/A  
I ain't about to say I ain't lucky, but some might say I'm a fool, yeah
             C              C#º                      G/D              E                                    Am                      D                    G  
The chances are I'm doing fine so far, 'cause her mama even said I'm cute
                                  D                                                                 C                                                 G  
She gets me higher than Georgia pine, wild as a muscadine vine
  D                                                                                      Em  
Hotter than the deep south summer time
                  F                      F#                         G                                              C7    G    C7    G  
Yeah, everybody knows she's mine, that's right
Verse
                          G                                                                                                                            C                                                      G  
Well, it might be a couple kind of like her, but rest as-sure brother this one mine
                                                                                                                             D  
I'd be right tearing up my pocket, she got my name tattoo'd where the sun don't shine
                        G                                                                                                            C                                                                      D/A  
Saw you looking when she walking with me, I don't blame you she's a hell of a girl, now
        C                            C#º                         G/D         E                                 Am                 D                         G  
I know how you feel it ain't no big deal, I'm the luckiest man in the world
                                  D                                                                 C                                                 G  
She gets me higher than Georgia pine, wild as a muscadine vine
  D                                                                                      Em  
Hotter than the deep south summer time
                  F                      F#                         G                                              C7    G    C7    G  
Yeah, everybody knows she's mine, that's right
Instrumental
  Bb    F    C7    G    Bb    F    C7    G    Bb    F    C7    G    G/B    C    C#º    D  
  G         C    G             D         G         C    A          C    D    G    Em    Am    D    G  
                                  D                                                                 C                                                 G  
She gets me higher than Georgia pine, wild as a muscadine vine
  D                                                                                      Em  
Hotter than the deep south summer time
                  F                      F#                         G  
Yeah, everybody knows she's mine
                                  D                                                                 C                                                 G  
She gets me higher than Georgia pine, wild as a muscadine vine
  D                                                                                      Em  
Hotter than the deep south summer time
                             C                                                 C#º                                         D  
She said, everybody, you know everybody seems like everybody
  G                                                                      D    G  
Everybody knows she's mine