The White Buffalo

Bb Guns And Dirt Bikes

The White Buffalo

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by  HEBEALMEIDA

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Bb Guns And Dirt Bikes

	  		

This another great song from The White Buffalo. It's pretty easy to play, but it may 
help to play along with the track once.From the YouTube videos I watched, it looks like 
Jake plays the C barred on the 8th fret and just slides this formation up and down the  
fret board. I think its easier to play and sounds just fine barred on 3. 

Intro: C (8-10-10-9-8-8) 

C 
We were ridin out with heads in the sky 
        F                      C 
We were ten and twelve and thirteen 
      F            C 
We got BB guns and dirt bikes 
                                  G 
And heads full of crowded dreams 


C 
We always won in the hot suburban sun 
        F                      C 
We were kings of the west side track 
      F                   C 
These new kids over cross Slater Street 
                                  G 
Comin on like a heart attack 


Chorus 

Mama says 
F            C 
Where are ya going? 
F                                G 
And when will you be comin home? 
        C              F 
With my brother and my memory 
    C         G       C 
I’ll bring my history home 



Sealed with piss and with pride through the streets we would ride 
Over cracks in the dirt and weeds 
We’d best be home by suppertime 
Just in time to craft a scheme 

If you’ve got my back heres the plan of attack 
Listen up if you would boys please 
We’ll hit these pussies round midnight 
And roll off like a band of thieves 

Chorus 

         F          C             G          C 
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh 
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh 

With quiverin eyes and our fear in disguise 
We gathered all that would burn in the breeze 
We hit the asphalt howlin like hellfire 
Had no time to get weak in the knees 

Under the cover of night when the timing was right 
Like a furious army of three 
We’d light up the sky like the fourth of July 
And race home like it was a dream 

And Mama yells 
Where have ya been? 
And where the hell are ya comin from? 
With my brother and my memory 
I’ll bring my victory home 
With my brother and my memory 
I’ll bring my history home 

Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh 
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh 
Oh oh oh ohhh oh ohhhhh oh oh oh ohhhh ohhh oh 
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh 
		  

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