Country Till I'm Dead

	  		
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Verse 1: 
D            Cadd9 
You can take, your high dollar style 
D                    Cadd9      G 
Shove it up your ass, ya that'd make me smile 
D              Cadd9 
You look real cute with your gelled up hair 
D                      Cadd9        G 
C'mon city boy, it's time that you grow a pair 
D                Cadd9 
You can'ave the keys to that Porsche I see 
D                        Cadd9           G 
I'll just sit with pride, right here in my Chevy 
C           G   A 
Made in the U S A 


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I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots 
Cadd9                G 
Still hold on to my country roots 
D 
Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm  
Cadd9                 G 
Born and raised on a Florida farm 
D 
I love my Garth and old George Strait 
Cadd9             G 
Ya I'll fish with real live bai
C                   G                 A 
I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred 
            (Mute)            D
And I'll be country 'till I'm dead
 

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Verse 2: 
D                Cadd9 
I'll take my girl out in the sticks 
D        Cadd9 
Yes I do love Carolina chicks 
D               Cadd9 
And I point my gun at a ten point buck 
D                     Cadd9              G 
And I throw that hoss right there in the bed of my truck 
D           Cadd9 
Hell yes I do love my sweet tea 
D                      Cadd9   G(Mute)
But every now and then, I need my Jack D 
C               G       A 
Gotta love the American way 

Chorus: 
D 
I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots 
Cadd9                G 
Still hold on to my country roots 
D 
Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm  
Cadd9                 G 
Born and raised on a Florida farm 
D 
I love my Garth and old George Strait 
Cadd9             G 
Ya I'll fish with real live bait 
C                   G                 A 
I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred 
            (Mute)            D 
And I'll be country 'till I'm dead