Intro
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em][Cadd9]
[G]Straight out of [Cadd9]Nashville, [G]heres your n[Cadd9]ext big s[Am]tar
[G]He dont write the s[Cadd9]ongs he sings, but he k[Em]nows the words by h[Cadd9]eart.
[G]Wears a [Cadd9]cowboy hat, [G]and some [Cadd9]tight blue [Am]jeans,
[G]And he struts a[Cadd9]round the stage like hes the c[Em]oolest thing youve ev[Cadd9]er seen.
[G] [Cadd9] Oh you [Em]gotta [Cadd9]love him!
[G]He looks like a [Cadd9]super model,[G] knows how to [Cadd9]strike a [Am]pose
[G]And he dont m[Cadd9]ind the makeup, a[Em]s long as no one k[Cadd9]nows.
[G]And hes got that c[Cadd9]rooked grin, a[G]nd talks with a s[Cadd9]outhern d[Am]rawl,
[G]Acts like [Cadd9]Toby Keith, but sounds a [Em]lot like Tim McG[Cadd9]raw
But [D]if hes country I[Cadd9]ll kiss your as[G]s,
And throw [D]all my Willie Nelson [Cadd9]records in the [G]trash.
Hes the s[D]ame old shit in a s[Cadd9]lightly different b[G]ag, [D/F#][Em]
But if hes c[D]ountry, well then c[Cadd9]ountrys pretty ba[G]d. [Cadd9][Em][Cadd9]
[G]I dont watch C[Cadd9]MT
[G]Naw that shit [Cadd9]makes me [Am]sick.
[G]And that ole [Cadd9]Kenny Chesney,
[Em]What a [Cadd9]hypocrite.
[G]Hell swear hes co[Cadd9]untry,
[G]But he lives in the [Cadd9]Caribbe[Am]an.
[G]Sings all about the [Cadd9]islands now,
What [Em]happened to the Tennes[Cadd9]sean
[D]Aw if hes c[Cadd9]ountry ill kiss your a[G]ss
Throw [D]all my Johnny Cash [Cadd9]records in the [G]trash
Hes a[D]ll about image cuz i[Cadd9]mage pays the b[G]ucks, [D/F#][Em]
Aw but if hes c[D]ountry, well then c[Cadd9]ountry really sucks.[G] [D/F#][Em]
What [D]happened to the [G]outlaws,
Who [Cadd9]werent afraid to c[D]ross the l[G]ine.
[Em]What [D]happened to the [G]workin man,
Who sang the [Cadd9]truth about their [D]troubled [G]lives.
[Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9]
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9] [Em][Cadd9]
[G]I was [Cadd9]raised in Georgia, [G]in a one [Cadd9]red light [Am]town.
[G]And my daddy [Cadd9]picked guitar in [Em]every honky [Cadd9]tonk around.
[G]And he taught me [Cadd9]all the good stuff,
[G]That solid [Cadd9]country [Am]gold, [G]but now I [Cadd9]love it all from [Em]hip-hop to [Cadd9]rock and roll
And if [D]that aint country, well [Cadd9]I dont give a d[G]amn
My [D]daddy taught me to be [Cadd9]own kinda [G]man
He said S[D]on you dont have to go[Cadd9] along with the cr[G]owd aw [D/F#][Em]
So if I aint c[D]ountry then Im pr[Cadd9]etty frickin pr[G]oud [D/F#][Em]
Oh Well [Cadd9]I dont need their l[D]abels a[G]nyhow[Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G]
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em][Cadd9]
[G]Straight out of [Cadd9]Nashville, [G]heres your n[Cadd9]ext big s[Am]tar
[G]He dont write the s[Cadd9]ongs he sings, but he k[Em]nows the words by h[Cadd9]eart.
[G]Wears a [Cadd9]cowboy hat, [G]and some [Cadd9]tight blue [Am]jeans,
[G]And he struts a[Cadd9]round the stage like hes the c[Em]oolest thing youve ev[Cadd9]er seen.
[G] [Cadd9] Oh you [Em]gotta [Cadd9]love him!
[G]He looks like a [Cadd9]super model,[G] knows how to [Cadd9]strike a [Am]pose
[G]And he dont m[Cadd9]ind the makeup, a[Em]s long as no one k[Cadd9]nows.
[G]And hes got that c[Cadd9]rooked grin, a[G]nd talks with a s[Cadd9]outhern d[Am]rawl,
[G]Acts like [Cadd9]Toby Keith, but sounds a [Em]lot like Tim McG[Cadd9]raw
But [D]if hes country I[Cadd9]ll kiss your as[G]s,
And throw [D]all my Willie Nelson [Cadd9]records in the [G]trash.
Hes the s[D]ame old shit in a s[Cadd9]lightly different b[G]ag, [D/F#][Em]
But if hes c[D]ountry, well then c[Cadd9]ountrys pretty ba[G]d. [Cadd9][Em][Cadd9]
[G]I dont watch C[Cadd9]MT
[G]Naw that shit [Cadd9]makes me [Am]sick.
[G]And that ole [Cadd9]Kenny Chesney,
[Em]What a [Cadd9]hypocrite.
[G]Hell swear hes co[Cadd9]untry,
[G]But he lives in the [Cadd9]Caribbe[Am]an.
[G]Sings all about the [Cadd9]islands now,
What [Em]happened to the Tennes[Cadd9]sean
[D]Aw if hes c[Cadd9]ountry ill kiss your a[G]ss
Throw [D]all my Johnny Cash [Cadd9]records in the [G]trash
Hes a[D]ll about image cuz i[Cadd9]mage pays the b[G]ucks, [D/F#][Em]
Aw but if hes c[D]ountry, well then c[Cadd9]ountry really sucks.[G] [D/F#][Em]
What [D]happened to the [G]outlaws,
Who [Cadd9]werent afraid to c[D]ross the l[G]ine.
[Em]What [D]happened to the [G]workin man,
Who sang the [Cadd9]truth about their [D]troubled [G]lives.
[Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9]
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9] [Em][Cadd9]
[G]I was [Cadd9]raised in Georgia, [G]in a one [Cadd9]red light [Am]town.
[G]And my daddy [Cadd9]picked guitar in [Em]every honky [Cadd9]tonk around.
[G]And he taught me [Cadd9]all the good stuff,
[G]That solid [Cadd9]country [Am]gold, [G]but now I [Cadd9]love it all from [Em]hip-hop to [Cadd9]rock and roll
And if [D]that aint country, well [Cadd9]I dont give a d[G]amn
My [D]daddy taught me to be [Cadd9]own kinda [G]man
He said S[D]on you dont have to go[Cadd9] along with the cr[G]owd aw [D/F#][Em]
So if I aint c[D]ountry then Im pr[Cadd9]etty frickin pr[G]oud [D/F#][Em]
Oh Well [Cadd9]I dont need their l[D]abels a[G]nyhow[Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G][Cadd9][G]
