Tom: G
D Am F G D
D Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F G D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F G D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F G D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F G D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse]
D Am
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
F G D
And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man
D Am
Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan
F G D
And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)
D Am
He said we need to take it back to the root of it
F G D
I put on for the country, that's the truth of it
D Am
I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it
F G D
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
D Am
We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate
F G D
Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"
D Am
A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)
F G D
Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)
D Am
The generation of people that love 2Pac
F G D
And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks
D Am
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
F G D
Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah
[Chorus]
D Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F G D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F G D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F G D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F G D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse 2]
[Colt Ford] + (Bubba Sparxxx)
D Am
See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while
F G D
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
D Am
Hollywood look good, full of fake frieds
F G D
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
D Am
Time heals, one fell, one came up
F G D
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
D Am
A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em
F G D
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)
D Am
So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate
F G D
Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
D Am
Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait
F G D
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
[Chorus]
D Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F G D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F G D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F G D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F G D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Verse 3]
