The White Buffalo – Bb Guns And Dirt Bikes chords

BB GUNS AND DIRT BIKES, THE WHITE BUFFALOTuning: StandardTabbed by: George O.E-mail: dojettes@yahoo.com

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)

CWe were ridin out with heads in the sky
        F                      CWe were ten and twelve and thirteen
      F            CWe got BB guns and dirt bikes
                                  GAnd heads full of crowded dreams


CWe always won in the hot suburban sun
        F                      CWe were kings of the west side track
      F                   CThese new kids over cross Slater Street
                                  GComin on like a heart attack


[Chorus]

Mama says
F            CWhere are ya going?
F                                GAnd when will you be comin home?
        C              FWith my brother and my memory
    C         G       CI’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          COh 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