Corey Smith: If That’s Country Intro: G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am Straight out of Nashville, here’s your next big star G Cadd9 He don’t write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. G Cadd9 Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans, G Cadd9 And he struts around the stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen. G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Oh you gotta love him! G Cadd9 G Cdad9 Am He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And he don’t mind the make up as long as no one knows. G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am And he’s 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 G But if he’s country ill kiss your ass, D Cadd9 G And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash. D Cadd9 G D/F# Em He’s the same old shit in a slightly different bag, D Cadd9 G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 But if he’s country, well then country’s pretty bad. G Cadd9 I don’t watch CMT G Cadd9 Am No that shit makes me sick. G Cadd9 And that ole Kenny Chesney, Em Cadd9 What a hypocrite. G Cadd9 Hell swear he’s 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 G Aw if he’s country ill kiss your ass D Cadd9 G Throw all my Johnny cash records in the trash D Cadd9 G D/F# Em He’s all about image cause image pays the bucks, D Cadd9 G D/F# Em Aw but if he’s country, well then country really sucks. D G What happened to the outlaws? Cadd9 D G Who weren’t 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? Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Em Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am I 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 G And if that ain’t country, well I don’t give a damn D Cadd9 G My daddy to be my own kinda man D Cadd9 G D/F# Em He said son you don’t have to go along with the crowd aw D Cadd9 G D/F# Em So if I ain’t Country then im pretty frikin proud Cadd9 D G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Cadd9 G Cadd9 Oh well I don’t need their labels anyhow
