Huntin' Land chords - Dustin Lynch

Dustin Lynch Lyrics


            INTRO:
A
D
 
VERSE:
 A
She's always counting my beers and she's cutting me off
                                                          D
She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dogs
 
She never wants to party with me on the weekend
 D                             N.C.
She's always picking fights for no good reason, man
 
 A
She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck
                                            D
Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue
 
And my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all
N.C.
Her daddy's got huntin' land
 
 
CHORUS:
A D A A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm A Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A A 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land VERSE: A Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off D Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I's a deer in headlights when he told me about CHORUS: A D A A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A D A 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land BREAK: E I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons D A But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that CHORUS: A Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky G D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm A Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A A D D 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land