Kip Moore, "Reckless (Still Growin' Up)"
(intro)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
I spent a [F#]summer down south, working for the county, trying to [B]save for school
I blew it all like a [C#]damn fool on women and [F#]beer
[F#]I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league [B]fastball
Got a call from the minor leagues in [C#]Wichita and blew out my arm in the [F#]first year,
ha-ha, yeah
(instrumental)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
Well, I [F#]took a good look at my life and decided I'd [B]make a change
Booked me a flight on an [C#]airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps [F#]bound
[F#]But I met me a stewardess right there in the [B]airport bar
Before I knew it I was [C#]in her car and never turned [F#]around
(chorus)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
(verse)
I went to [F#]work for my uncle on the coast called the [G#m]hot spot
We took our breaks on the [A#m]boat docks and I got fired for [F#]smoking pot
with the [F#]beach right there I guess surfing was the logical [G#m]next move
But [A#m]I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw [F#]tattooed
(chorus)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(instrumental)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
I bought an [F#]old guitar with cash from a good hand of [B]blackjack
learned a few chords from a [C#]fat-back, hairy man named [F#]Pete
I got a [F#]local gig on the weekends in some old [B]honky-tonk
Singing 2 hours of nothing but [C#]Cash songs, and I could always drink for [F#]free
And some [F#]so called big-wig, producer man started [B]sniffing 'round
He told me he [C#]liked my sound but there was something holding me [F#]back
He said a [F#]rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta [B]do the trick
I told him I had something [C#]he could stick, way on up his [F#]ass
(chorus-bridge)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(out)
[F#] [B] (spoken)but don't give up on me yet[C#]
I know I might take a little [F#]time
But I'm gonna come around[F#]
I just feel Like I still got a few things[B] I gotta Get out of my system, [C#]ha ha[F#]
(intro)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
I spent a [F#]summer down south, working for the county, trying to [B]save for school
I blew it all like a [C#]damn fool on women and [F#]beer
[F#]I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league [B]fastball
Got a call from the minor leagues in [C#]Wichita and blew out my arm in the [F#]first year,
ha-ha, yeah
(instrumental)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
Well, I [F#]took a good look at my life and decided I'd [B]make a change
Booked me a flight on an [C#]airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps [F#]bound
[F#]But I met me a stewardess right there in the [B]airport bar
Before I knew it I was [C#]in her car and never turned [F#]around
(chorus)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
(verse)
I went to [F#]work for my uncle on the coast called the [G#m]hot spot
We took our breaks on the [A#m]boat docks and I got fired for [F#]smoking pot
with the [F#]beach right there I guess surfing was the logical [G#m]next move
But [A#m]I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw [F#]tattooed
(chorus)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(instrumental)
[F#] [B] [C#] [F#]
(verse)
I bought an [F#]old guitar with cash from a good hand of [B]blackjack
learned a few chords from a [C#]fat-back, hairy man named [F#]Pete
I got a [F#]local gig on the weekends in some old [B]honky-tonk
Singing 2 hours of nothing but [C#]Cash songs, and I could always drink for [F#]free
And some [F#]so called big-wig, producer man started [B]sniffing 'round
He told me he [C#]liked my sound but there was something holding me [F#]back
He said a [F#]rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta [B]do the trick
I told him I had something [C#]he could stick, way on up his [F#]ass
(chorus-bridge)
Well, maybe I'm [F#]reckless, maybe [B]bad luck, hell[C#] maybe I'm way too much about having [F#]fun
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
[C#] [F#] [B][C#]
I'll[F#] send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(out)
[F#] [B] (spoken)but don't give up on me yet[C#]
I know I might take a little [F#]time
But I'm gonna come around[F#]
I just feel Like I still got a few things[B] I gotta Get out of my system, [C#]ha ha[F#]
