Kick The Dust Up by Luke Bryan
Key: EmEm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
Em
Verse
Em                              D Em
All week long it’s a farming town they're making that money grow
Em                                 D Em
Tractors, plows with flashing lights backing up a two lane road
Em                      D Em
  They take one last lap around,
Em                    D Em
  That sun up high goes down
              Em
And then it's on, girl, kick it on back
Z71 like a Cadillac
Chorus
Em                                  C D
  We go way out where there ain’t nobody,
Em                              C  D
  We turn this cornfield into a party
C
Pedal to the floorboard
G
End up in a four door
D                     Em
Burning up a backroad song.
C
Park it and we pile out, baby, watch your step now,
D
Better have your boots on.
                 Em
Kick the dust up,
Back it on up,
Fill your cup up,
Let’s tear it up up
And kick the dust up.
Verse
Em                            D Em
Bar downtown they got a line of people waiting out the door.
Em                                    D Em
10 dollar drinks, it’s packed inside, I don’t know what they're waiting for.
Em                     D Em
   Got me a jar full of ‘Clear
Em                             D Em
   And I got that music for your ear
              Em
And it’s like knock knock knock goes the diesel,
If you really wanna see the beautiful people
Chorus
Em                                  C D
  We go way out where there ain’t nobody,
Em                              C  D
  We turn this cornfield into a party
C
Pedal to the floorboard
G
End up in a four door
D                     Em
Burning up a backroad song.
C
Park it and we pile out, baby, watch your step now,
D
Better have your boots on.
                 Em
Kick the dust up,
Back it on up,
Fill your cup up,
Let’s tear it up up
And kick the dust up.
[Solo]
Em C D
Em
Bridge
     Em
Just follow me down ‘neath the 32 Bridge you all gonna be glad you did.
Kick it.
Chorus
Em                                  C D
  We go way out where there ain’t nobody,
Em                              C  D
  We turn this cornfield into a party
C
Pedal to the floorboard
G
End up in a four door
D                     Em
Burning up a backroad song.
C
Park it and we pile out, baby, watch your step now,
D
Better have your boots on.
                 Em
Kick the dust up,
Back it on up,
Fill your cup up,
Let’s tear it up up
And kick the dust up.