Intro G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am Straight out of Nashville, heres your next big star G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 He dont write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans, G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And he struts around the stage like hes the coolest thing youve ever seen. G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Oh you gotta love him! G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And he dont mind the makeup, as long as no one knows. G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am And hes 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 hes country Ill kiss your ass, D Cadd9 G And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash. D Cadd9 G D/F# Em Hes the same old shit in a slightly different bag, D Cadd9 G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 But if hes country, well then countrys pretty bad. G Cadd9 I dont watch CMT G Cadd9 Am Naw that shit makes me sick. G Cadd9 And that ole Kenny Chesney, Em Cadd9 What a hypocrite. G Cadd9 Hell swear hes 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 hes country ill kiss your ass D Cadd9 G Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash D Cadd9 G D/F# Em Hes all about image cuz image pays the bucks, D Cadd9 G D/F# Em Aw but if hes country, well then country really sucks. D G What happened to the outlaws, Cadd9 D G Who werent 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 aint country, well I dont give a damn D Cadd9 G My daddy taught me to be own kinda man D Cadd9 G D/F# Em He said Son you dont have to go along with the crowd aw D Cadd9 G D/F# Em So if I aint country then Im pretty frickin proud Cadd9 D G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Oh Well I dont need their labels anyhow
