Chris Loid – Son Of The Sticks chords

[Intro]
G  C  G  C


[Verse 1]
         G                            C                            G                           DI might look a little rough. I might look a little mean. I might drive an old truck and burn a lot of gasoline.
     G                       C                                  G           D                GSometimes I’m stubborn. Sometimes I wanna fight. Sometimes I’m wrong, but I still think I’m right.
        Em                       C                Em                                     DWell I don’t back down. I never turn and run. I love my country and I’m proud to be her son.
                G                                    CSome call me a redneck, a rough neck, they call me a hick.
               G                  D                    GBut I’m just a back country river boy, a son of the sticks.


[Chorus 1]
 D                                    C                 GFishin’, lovin’, drinkin’, fightin’, workin’, searchin’, still surviving.
 D                                  C              GMomma’s prayin’ I’m still playin’, getting’ older but I’m changing.
   Em                                    CI may be cussin’, I may be bleeding, but God knows exactly how I’m feelin’.
    Em                                   DIt don’t take much to make me happy, to feel a little rich.
            C                 D                   G   C   G   CI’m just a back country river boy, a son of the sticks.


[Verse 2]
            G                          C                      G                     DWell, I’ve got good friends. And I’ve got big tires. I don’t chase the wind, and I don’t like liars.
        G                 C                  G                D                          GI like sleeping outside, burning campfires. Crazy women and a good old fashioned church choir.
         Em                 C                   Em                                   DI might sing a song, sweet by and by. I might stumble upon a memory that’ll bring a tear to my eye.
                 G                                    CSome call me a redneck, a rough neck, they call me a hick.
                G                  D                  GBut I’m just a back country river boy, a son of the stick.


[Chorus 2]
D                                     C                  GFishin’, lovin’, drinkin’, fightin’, workin’, searchin’, still surviving.
 D                                  C              GMomma’s prayin’ I’m still playin’, getting’ older but I’m changing.
   Em                                     CI may be cussin’, I may be bleeding, but God knows exactly how I’m feelin’.
    Em                                  DIt don’t take much to make me happy, to feel a little rich.
            C                  D                   G   CI’m just a back country river boy, a son of the sticks.


[Outro]
                 G             D                  GI’m just a back country river boy, a son of the sticks.
            G                  D                    C  G/B  Am  GI’m just a back country river boy, a son of the sticks.