Road Runner Lainey Wilson
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[1] Акорди
Intro
Verse 1
My white
I pit sto
We talk
But I can’t
Chorus
Baby, I’m a roadrunn
Head
There ain’t no won
Nobody
Fi
Pe
I
I
Interlude
Verse 2
That motel vacant
But I gott
I wan
If yo
Chorus
Baby, I’m a roadrunn
Head
There ain’t no won
Nobody
Fi
Pe
I
I
Interlude
Bridge
Ro
Alabam
Ro
Ro
Chorus
Head
There ain’t no won
Nobody
Fi
Pe
I
I
Outro
B….C….Fm…..C.B….C….Fm…..C.Verse 1
My white
BTacoma and right TecovasC a match and kerosene Fm C I pit sto
Bpped in here for one cold bCeer and you tumbled into me Fm C We talk
Bed all night, I bummed a lCight that turned into a wildfFmire.. C But I can’t
B slow down, I cut throughC town like a rusty old barbed wirFme C Chorus
Baby, I’m a roadrunn
BerHead
Cs Carolina, tails Timbuktu F There ain’t no won
BderNobody
C’s had enough, get up and Go in their boots F Fi
Bnger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blownPe
Cdal to the medal, burning rubber off of FBridgestonesI
B‘ve never loaded my shotgun seatI
C‘m a roadrunner and, baby, you caFn run with meInterlude
B….C….Fm…..C.Verse 2
That motel vacant
Bsign is flashing likCe it don’t want me tFmo leave C But I gott
Ba chase the sunrise anCd keep the tumble in my weed Fm C I wan
Bna taste your cowboy kissC, but in a different stFmate C If yo
Bu want to, you better grab your bootCs made for the highway.Fm. C Chorus
Baby, I’m a roadrunn
BerHead
Cs Carolina, tails Timbuktu F There ain’t no won
BderNobody
C’s had enough, get up and Go in their boots F Fi
Bnger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blownPe
Cdal to the medal, burning rubber off of FBridgestonesI
B‘ve never loaded my shotgun seatI
C‘m a roadrunner and, baby, you caFn run with meInterlude
B….C….Fm…..C.B….C….Fm…..C.B….C….Fm…..C.Bridge
Ro
Bad, road, road runCnerAlabam
Fma, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arizona C Ro
Bad, road, road runCnerRo
Fmlling down the road, tryna find me anothCerChorus
B…RoadBrunnerHead
Cs Carolina, tails Timbuktu F There ain’t no won
BderNobody
C’s had enough, get up and Go in their boots F Fi
Bnger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blownPe
Cdal to the medal, burning rubber off of FBridgestonesI
B‘ve never loaded my shotgun seatI
C‘m a roadrunner and, baby, you caFn run with meOutro
B….C….Fm…..C.B….C….Fm…..C.B….C….Fm…..B.F….Gm…..F#…..F.B…
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