Ain't That Some

 
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Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah 
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Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road 
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Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die 
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There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this 
                       C#m 
Man, ain't that some shit 
 

 
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That you'd hate to grow up and miss 
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Hate to think of what if 
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I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco 
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And my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is 
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They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this 
 

 
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Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah 
                  E                      F#m 
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road 
                  C#m           A 
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die 
         E                            F#m 
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this 

                       C#m 
Man, ain't that some shit 
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Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit 

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Yeah 
 

 
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My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin' down 
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Just like that setting sun on my old Z-71 
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I know it's cliché to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays 
            E                      F#m 
But that's just the way it is out here 
 

 
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Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah 
                  E                      F#m 
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road 
                  C#m           A 
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die 
         E                           F#m 
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this 
                       C#m 
Man, ain't that some shit 
                A                                   E    F#m 
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit  



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Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah 
                  E                      F#m 
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road 
                  C#m           A 
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die 
         E                            F#m 
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this 
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(Ain't) Ain't that some back home 
                  E                     F#m 
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado 
                  C#m           A 
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die 
         E                            F#m 
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this 
                          C#m 
(Ain't) Ain't that some shit 
                A                                   E    F#m 
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit 



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 Ain't that some, ain't that some shit