F# B They beat us every damn year D#m7 C# It's been a minute since we pulled out a win F# B I loaded the truck down with beer D#m7 C# Drove down to watch 'em do it again And they did so we went to the bar right after Met a girl with a houndstooth print of her chapter on her shirt And it turned into talkin' all night She came back with me across the Vol' state line Chorus: F# B Guess the joke's on Alabama D#m7 C# 'Cause they lost big this time F# B I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips D#m7 C# Brought her over to the other side F# B A little deep south Delta Gamma D#m7 C# Done found a Smoky Mountain man F# B Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died D#m7 C# But ever since that night, she's been F# B D#m7 C# a Tennessee fan She likes ridin' on them windin' roads The smell of sweet pine in the air I took her about as high as you could go, huh You can still see the Tuscaloosa from there And all them girls back home say, "How could you love him?" All them boys probably hate me for takin' her from 'em Lord knows her mom and daddy’s jaw would drop If they heard her singin’ every word of "Rocky Top" Chorus D#m7 C#/F Yeah, it's alright, let's just call it even F# B 'Cause she's all mine and she ain't ever leavin' D#m7 C#/F F# And she's damn fine in orange every weekend from now on B Yeah, she found home Chorus: Looks like the joke's on Alabama 'Cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smoky Mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan Oh, she's been a Tennessee fan | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# D#m D#m7 F F# B |