A G D He's got it down in Levi's and boots A G D He's got a way of catchin' every eye in the room A G D Turnin' it on like it's off a cuff A G D E But he's blowin' smoke and ain't even lit one up So I'm callin' his bluff Припев: A D I can tell the way he's fishin' A G He thinks he's got me on the line A D That boy's way too big for his britches A G D A D Ain't no way he's gettin' in mine He pulls up a stool, lays on the charm And I gotta give it to him, he's got me playin' along Then he's leanin' in, I reach for my drink And that's when the neon light catches my ring Припев: I can tell the way he's fishin' He thinks he's got me on the line That boy's way too big for his britches Ain't no way he's gettin' in mine Okay Припев: I can tell the way he's fishin' He thinks he's got me on the line That boy's way too big for his britches Ain't no way he's gettin' in mine I can tell the way he's fishin' He thinks he's got me on the line That boy's way too big for his britches Ain't no way he's gettin' in mine | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA ![]() D ![]() E ![]() G ![]() |