Upchurch - Huckleberry

[Intro]

N.C.
Son, I’ve
N.C.
been in the woods for like a week
N.C.
Smokin’ weed and gettin’ back to myself
N.C
Hehe, ha ha ha, yeah
N.C.
Church
N.C.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]

Cm
Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop the world right off it’s axis
Cm
I stumbled up in this bitch and I ain’t even need no practice
Cm
Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know I’m always catchin’ those
Cm Bb
Amphibious with flows like I run the game with webbed toes
Cm
Yeah there that boy go, rooster necklace all gold
Cm
Diamonds in that mug cost more than the truck he drive yo
Cm
Damn straight motherfucker, my career come from the dirt
Cm Bb
The same grain I got them maters from to add to my Bud Light son
Cm
Don’t get me piped up, Chattanooga shine son
Cm Cm
Gettin’ drunk like a farmer, put the V8 in the mud
C C
Fuck it, let it get stuck, get the tractor for the truck
Bb Am
Life’s a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up

[Chorus]

F Dm Em C Am
I’ll be your Huckleberry, I’ll be your dark and scary
F Dm E Am
I’ll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don’t sour
F Dm Em
And I’ll be those KC lights in a poor boy’s truck
C Am F
Granddaddy’s gun in a 1500
Dm Em
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker

[Verse 2]

C
Man I love that feelin’ of blue lights on a Friday
Cm
One lane, one way, no way, roll a J
Cm C
In my Carhartt toboggan, and I be flexin’ like my driveway
C Cm
It’s a runway, fuck
N.C.
Hollywood the long way
Cm C
I got dirt in my nails and there’s nails in my dirt
Cm
Run barefoot behind me and your feet gon’ hurt
Cm C
My little piggy hit the market, your little piggy look whacked off
Cm Bb
Y’all country but can’t even get the blade up in the hacksaw
Cm C
Chop wood for the Gram let the wood get wet
Cm
I got ricks stacked up, with a tarp on it bitch
Cm C
If you see me swingin’ the axe it ain’t because of bonfires
Cm Bb Am
It’s ‘cause I went crazy and live in a house made of cross ties

[Chorus]

F Dm Cm Am
I’ll be your Huckleberry, I’ll be your dark and scary
F Dm E Am
I’ll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don’t sour
F Dm Em
And I’ll be those KC lights in a poor boy’s truck
Am F
Granddaddy’s gun in a 1500
Dm Em
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker

[Verse 3]

C
Mu-Mustang like a Socs, leather jacket like Dally
Cm
Outsider of my town, switchblade in my jacket
Cm C
They don’t make that Sodapop pop, no carbonation added
Dm Bb
River water in my veins to muddy water I’m an addict
Cm C
Raisin’ hell like I planted devil seeds then I grew it
Cm
Oh wait that’s weed, hah damn I feel stupid
Cm C
Devil’s lettuce on the ranch I wish the ghost could be some peppers
Dm Bbm Bb
Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now his truck is full of bad bitches
Cm
I’m rockin’ rags up on these riches,Built my house in all these ditches
Cm
Instead of leavin’ my home town,I settled down and now I fucks with it
C C
It’s Mr. Cheatham County, talk slow, rap fluid
Cm C Am
Spit flames so much you think I drink starter fluid

[Chorus]

F Dm C Am Fm
I’ll be your Huckleberry, I’ll be your dark and scary
F Dm E Am
I’ll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don’t sour
F Dm Em
And I’ll be those KC lights in a poor boy’s truck
Am F
Granddaddy’s gun in a 1500
Dm Em D
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker

[Outro]

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