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Вступление SONG: CAME THE CLOSEST ARTIST: SAM HUNT VIDEO: https://youtu.be/IAvnGwHzDQI?si=v5_PZSb1hptC2dT- TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected] CAME THE CLOSEST SAM HUNT CAPO: 2nd FRET [Intro] Hmm mm mm mm mm G Ah ah ah ah woh oh woh G Ah ah ah ah [Verse] Am G Well I cut my hair off, I wore a tie AM G Woke up at 7, came home at 5 Am7 For a while G I traded whiskey for Miller Lite Am G And I know your mama calls me polite Am7 Mr. Right G Aw, but that ain't right [Chorus] Em7 D 'Cause I always gotta knoooow-ow C G What's behind the other door Em7 I'm never gonna be that straight-laced D C G Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for Em7 G Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house C G/B Am7 With some kids and a bed of roses G But you came the closest Am G Ba da da da wah wah wah Ba da da da [Verse] C G We never married 'cause I never asked Am G I left the diamond under the glass Am7 Some day you'll be glad G 'Cause you'll find somebody who shaves every day Am G When your dad comes around, he'll know what to say Am7 I just ain't that way G I just ain't that way [Chorus] Em7 D 'Cause I always gotta knoooow-ow C G What's behind the other door Em7 I'm never gonna be that straight-laced D C G Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for Em7 G Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house C G/B Am7 With some kids and a bed of roses G But you came the closest Am G Ba da da da wah wah wah Ba da da da [Bridge] Em D C Am Am7 Moving on is the only thing I know how to do Em D G D C Oh if I could've stood still then I would've stood still with you [Chorus] Em D 'Cause I always gotta knoooow-ow C G What's behind the other door D Em I'm never gonna be that straight-laced D C G Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for D Em G Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house C G/B Am7 With some kids and a bed of roses G But you came the closest Am G Ba da da da wah wah wah Ba da da da Am G But you came the closest Am G Ba da da da wah wah wah Ah ah ah ah C Ah ah
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