F Am7 The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops G Product of some kneelin' down C F In a town where the doors don't lock Am7 G And there's a million other people like me C F From a scene a little more podunk than pop Am7 G I didn't choose being born in the sticks C F And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't Am7 G For some folks, a backroad gets old C But for me, it just can't Chorus: F Am7 G 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd C F We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Am7 G Every country girl got on her cutoffs C Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me F I'm a liar Am7 G Still circle up big trucks around a fire C F Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Am7 G Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me C F Am7 G C It's still goin' down out in the country Somewhere now, someone's out there Sippin' on some hundred proof Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots Workin' a nine to five I'm just another southern hell raiser Ain't breakin' ground Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters But y'all, that's all I know to say So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm7 C F G |