Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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 Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks

 Shootin' b.b.'s at old beer cans

 Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike

  Somebody lifted off of his old man

 We were football flunkies

  Southern rock junkies

  Crackin' up the stere os

 Singin' loud and proud to Am "Gimme Three Steps"

 "Simple Man" and "Curtis Low"

 We were good, ya know

We got some C discount C/B knowledge at the Am junior G college

Where we F majored in G beer and C girls

It was all real C/B funny ‘til we Am ran out of G money

And they F threw us out G into the C world

Yeah the kids that C/B thought they'd Am run this G town

Ain't F runnin' much of G any C thing

We're just lovin' and C/B laughin'

And Am bustin' our G asses

And we F call it all G livin' the C dream

These are my F people G

This is where C I come from

We're F givin' this life every G thing we've got and C then some

It ain't always F pretty G

But it's C real

That's the C way we were C/B made

Wouldn't Am have it any G other F way

  These are my people

Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin

Till we make it to a friday night

And it's church league softball holler ‘bout a bad call

Preacher breakin' up the fight

Then later on at the green light tavern

Well everybody's gatherin' as friends

And the beer is pourin' till monday mornin'

Where we start all over again

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We C fall G down and we get up

We walk F proud and we talk tough

We C got G heart and we got nerve

F Even if we are a G bit disturbed

Solo

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