Walker Hayes - Country Stuff (feat. Jake Owen): chords

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I tell you right here if I was
Shane McAnally, what I'd do
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I tell you what I'd do
I'd put it right here, I'd put
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a-wink woo no-no a-wink woo no-no
a-wink woo wano-no no-no

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I like beer that's cheap and cold
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I like chairs that rock and fold
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I like long cut wintergreen Skoal
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And Redman's what I chew
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I got a yard full of car parts in it,
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I can dress you a hog in a minute
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Yeah, my number one amendment
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Is gonna have to be number two 'cause

Chorus:
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I like shooting ducks and bucks
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I like mud tires on my truck
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I like old blue jeans, guitar strings,
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And dirt roads, ya know
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I like girls that like the woods
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I like kissing 'em on the hood
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I like green tractors, Dukes of Hazzard and grits
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You know, (here we go) country stuff

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Country stuff, country stuff
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I like country stuff
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Country stuff, country stuff
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I like country stuff

I sip whiskey from a handle (Handle)
I got dogs named Jack and Daniel
Yeah, my favorite shirts are flannel (Me too, man)
And I'll tear up some turnip greens (Ayy)
Now taxidermy, that's art
Favorite movie, you serious, Clark?
You know I love fishin' in the dark (Yeah)
The song and the real thing (Here we go)

Chorus:
I like shootin' ducks and bucks (Hey)
I like mud tires on my truck (Hey)
I like old blue jeans, guitar strings
and dirt roads
(Everybody loves a dirt road) You know
I like girls that like the woods
I like kissin' 'em on the hood
I like green tractors, Dukes of Hazzard
and grits (Yeah)
You know (Here we go), country stuff

Country stuff, country stuff (Cheese grits, man)
I like country stuff (Cheese grits?)
(Walker, my mom makes the best cheese
grits you ever put in your mouth)
Country stuff, country stuff
I like country stuff (Get you some)

Alright, and I'm talkin' 'bout
(What you talkin' 'bout?)
Tin roof rains, front porch swings
Back door, front door, both got screens
Callin' turkeys, beef jerky
(That ain't no turkey call)
Sweet tea, y'all, it's all good

Chorus:
I like shootin' ducks and bucks
I like mud tires on my truck
I like old blue jeans, guitar
strings and dirt roads
(Everybody loves a dirt road) You know
I like girls that like the woods
I like kissin' 'em on the hood
I like green tractors, Dukes
of Hazzard and grits (Grits, yeah)
You know, country stuff

Walker, grits does not rhyme with stuff
Well, man, I'm just tryna feed the kids
Just say it, man, just say what it is,
you can say ****
You can't say that on the radio, man
You're a wuss, man