Fields Of Glory

FIELDS OF GLORY. (Kenny Chesney) CAPO on 3rd fret Gsus2  300233 D/F#   2x0232 Em/D   xx0000 [Intro] | | | / | | [Verse] Summer cotton summer corn Summer hash marks and a scoreboard Summer where they fought the civil war              Gsus2 It’s what my grandpa said Picking up brown heads that we found or Picking up another first down Taking them girls to the edge of town     Gsus2 And watching the sky turn red      Gsus2 N.C. On a blanket in a Chevy bed [Chorus] We grew up on ’em stirred up dust on ’em We were tough on ’em          Gsus2 With our cleats and our retread tires We stayed out late on ’em We went to state on ’em       D/F#                                         Gsus2 Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories Fields of glory Fields of glory [Verse] Shooting cans off a tree stump Cold beer buzzing with the June bugs Setting ’round talking like we knew what         Gsus2 We were doing for the rest of our lives [Chorus] We shine down lights on ’em Threw three stripes on ’em Said our goodbyes on ’em        Gsus2 Once September came around We had it made on ’em Part of us stayed on ’em       D/F#                                         Gsus2 Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories Fields of glory Fields of glory [Verse] You drop by and see a barbed-wire fence I see boys turning into men I go back every now and then     Gsus2 N.C. And walk around and think of how [Chorus] We grew up on ’em stirred up dust on ’em We were tough on ’em          Gsus2 With our cleats and our retread tires We stayed out late on ’em We went to state on ’em       D/F#                                         Gsus2 Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories Fields of glory           D/F#  Gsus2 Fields of glory [Outro] Fields of glory They were our fields of glory [Instrumental] | | | / | | |