Upchurch - Livin' in a Country Song: Guitar Chords

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If I could never age a day past senior year
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I'd still be burnin' up fuel in that rear
view mirror
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Yelling to my buddies, "Hey man, no cop, no stop"
You know that's right
          F
We was crankin' up the dial jammin' Rocky Top
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Hidin' all our pot in our truck toolbox
          F
Saying, "Bubba I think we're good,
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they ain't gonna check there"
But if they do
             F
But if the blue lights come I'll be steppin'
on the gas
         A#
Feelin' like Earnhardt goin' Talladega fast
         F
With my heart a racin' like it's lookin'
                 A#
for a checkered flag
But all you're gonna catch is

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Dusty taillights fadin' off in a one-lane
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Water colored sky, water tower spray painted on
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In John Deere green (John Deere green)
           F
When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow
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And that smoke in the sky from a field down the road
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That's what I call home (I call home)
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Just livin' in a country song
Just livin' in a country song

Rusty old trucks from the senior class
With ripped American flags wavin' in the back
With an exhaust so loud that it will
shake my whole town
(Oh yeah it would)
With the CD skippin' 'cause we done burnt it up
Jammin' flyin' down a back road while we was on one
Leavin' black marks somewhere in small
town USA (USA)
It was "Hey baby girl, do you need my Carhartt?
Yeah, it's gettin' kinda cold
I'm trying to break your heart"
In a square body Chevy painted up
like the General Lee
So we can let the cops see

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Billy Bob loved Charlene and I used to
love just runnin' roads
The smell of freedom on two bare feet with
a mix dried up cedar logs
Mama knew I was creek bound, south side
Cheatham river rat
With hair too long and big old letters
that read backwoods across my back

Sunburnt to a red crisp, skin peelin'
like every week
Sneakin' outta my bedroom window,
man we thought we super slick
Smokin' Paw Paw's Black & Milds, drenched
in A&F Cologne
Tryin' to cover up that weekend smell
from all that marijuana smoke

Mama tried, Jesus watched,
God laughed and Satan helped
What you expect? I grew up in
a house that bumped the Charlie Daniels Band
So if you catch me in Georgia
I got the golden fiddle
And I'm chasin' a dream and outrunnin'
that old devil with

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You can simplify chords by removing barre