By Rodney Atkins
12/6/2011
Capo 1
Well, I was [D]counting my tips at the Playing Sixes in this this [A]gulf shore [G]waterin' [D]hole
When this [D]old beach bum yelled out "Come on, play, give me three steps", [A]I was beat but I [G]played him one [D]more
Then I was [C]headed out to[G]wards the [D]door
And he [A]handshake and handed me a [D]hundred dollar bills and said, "[G]By the way, I [A]own this bar"[D]
Then he [A]winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a [Bm]few more tips but they [G]sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"
Chorus:
You gotta [G]treat people [A]right on your [D]ride up
They'll have your [G]back on the [A]way back [D]down
He said, "[G]Take it [A]from this old [D]beach bum, son
[G]Keeping it real is what it's [A]really about"
You can [G]count your [A]blessings, [D]count yourself lucky
But [G]every day you [A]get above [Bm]ground
Oh, that [G]ain't about [A]keeping count of [D]what you g[G]ot
It's [G]making what [A]you got [D]count
He grabbed me by the arm and said He said, [D]"Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story about this real [A]rich dude I [G]used to know real [D]well
He owned [D]all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up, he still [A]felt like he was [G]empty as [D]hell"
He said, "[A]Son, would you believe that that [D]dude was me back be[G]fore I inven[A]toried my [D]life
Ah, just to [A]live down here, selling [Bm]shots and some beer and and di[G]spensing some free advice"
Chorus
Oh, now I can't [A]recollect how much I col[Bm]lected in my jar
And ?[G]'? says in my headlights
And to[A]night I started getting to have a [Bm]beer with my old friends
And when he [C]saw those tour buses outside, he said
Chorus 2:
Now are your treating people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"
And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
They don't come with no dollar or map, no
'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got count
No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making what you got count
Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son
Tell your friends and be a friend
Count your blessings, don't count your problems
12/6/2011
Capo 1
Well, I was [D]counting my tips at the Playing Sixes in this this [A]gulf shore [G]waterin' [D]hole
When this [D]old beach bum yelled out "Come on, play, give me three steps", [A]I was beat but I [G]played him one [D]more
Then I was [C]headed out to[G]wards the [D]door
And he [A]handshake and handed me a [D]hundred dollar bills and said, "[G]By the way, I [A]own this bar"[D]
Then he [A]winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a [Bm]few more tips but they [G]sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"
Chorus:
You gotta [G]treat people [A]right on your [D]ride up
They'll have your [G]back on the [A]way back [D]down
He said, "[G]Take it [A]from this old [D]beach bum, son
[G]Keeping it real is what it's [A]really about"
You can [G]count your [A]blessings, [D]count yourself lucky
But [G]every day you [A]get above [Bm]ground
Oh, that [G]ain't about [A]keeping count of [D]what you g[G]ot
It's [G]making what [A]you got [D]count
He grabbed me by the arm and said He said, [D]"Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story about this real [A]rich dude I [G]used to know real [D]well
He owned [D]all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up, he still [A]felt like he was [G]empty as [D]hell"
He said, "[A]Son, would you believe that that [D]dude was me back be[G]fore I inven[A]toried my [D]life
Ah, just to [A]live down here, selling [Bm]shots and some beer and and di[G]spensing some free advice"
Chorus
Oh, now I can't [A]recollect how much I col[Bm]lected in my jar
And ?[G]'? says in my headlights
And to[A]night I started getting to have a [Bm]beer with my old friends
And when he [C]saw those tour buses outside, he said
Chorus 2:
Now are your treating people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"
And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
They don't come with no dollar or map, no
'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got count
No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making what you got count
Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son
Tell your friends and be a friend
Count your blessings, don't count your problems
