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G Cadd9 G Cadd9 AmStraight out of Nashville, heres your next big star
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 He dont write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And he struts around the stage like hes the coolest thing youve ever seen.
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Oh you gotta love him!
G Cadd9 G Cadd9 AmHe looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And he dont mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am And hes got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
D Cadd9 GBut if hes country Ill kiss your ass,
D Cadd9 G And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
D Cadd9 G D/F# Em Hes the same old shit in a slightly different bag,
D Cadd9 G Cadd9 Em Cadd9But if hes country, well then countrys pretty bad.
G Cadd9 AmNaw that shit makes me sick.
G Cadd9 And that ole Kenny Chesney,
Em Cadd9 What a hypocrite.
G Cadd9Hell swear hes country,
G Cadd9 Am But he lives in the Caribbean.
G Cadd9 Sings all about the islands now,
Em Cadd9 What happened to the Tennessean
D Cadd9 GAw if hes country ill kiss your ass
D Cadd9 G Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
D Cadd9 G D/F# EmHes all about image cuz image pays the bucks,
D Cadd9 G D/F# EmAw but if hes country, well then country really sucks.
D GWhat happened to the outlaws,
Cadd9 D G Who werent afraid to cross the line.
Em D G What happened to the workin man,
Cadd9 D G Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.
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G Cadd9 G Cadd9 AmI was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around.
G Cadd9 And he taught me all the good stuff,
G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll
D Cadd9 GAnd if that aint country, well I dont give a damn
D Cadd9 G My daddy taught me to be own kinda man
D Cadd9 G D/F# Em He said Son you dont have to go along with the crowd aw
D Cadd9 G D/F# EmSo if I aint country then Im pretty frickin proud
Cadd9 D G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 GOh Well I dont need their labels anyhow