Blake Shelton

My Neck Of The Woods

Blake Shelton


Tom: A

A                     F#m              G                  D
Grandpa's down by the two lane in the blazing sun or the pouring rain
A                       F#m                 G
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck
A                F#m
Reads the Bible line for line
G                      D
While sipping on some home-made wine
A             F#m             G
That's who he is and what he does, yeah he's just like us

A  F#m  G  D

A              F#m               G           D
My Dad's got a crippled hand, a casualty of Vietnam
A                          F#m            G
But he's still down at the sawmill every day
        A                    F#m
Oh and first thing 'fore the break of dawn
G                            D
Mama's got his eggs and the coffee on
A        F#m             G
My whole life it's been that way


[Chorus]
D
We come from back in the hollers
E
We got sweat on our blue collars
A                                   D
The living's hard but the living's good
        A            G
You see God sent the heavens down
     D              E               A
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods

[Instrumental]
A  F#m  G  D

[Verse]
A                   F#m         G            D
Just as sure as the river flows we take care of our own
A                  F#m               G
Step right up when someone needs a friend
A                 F#m
Last year on the Johnson farm
   G                  D
A fire wiped out the house and barn
A                     F#m                    G
The whole town showed up to build 'em back again, alright


[Chorus]
D
We come from back in the hollers
E
We got sweat on our blue collars
A                                   D
The living's hard but the living's good
        A            G
You see God sent the heavens down
     D              E               A
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods

[Instrumental]
A  F#m  G
             x2
A F#m G D
A  F#m  G


[Chorus]
D
We come from back in the hollers
E
We got sweat on our blue collars
A                                   D
The living's hard but the living's good
        A            G
You see God sent the heavens down
     D              E               A
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods
A  G  D  E

        A            G
You see God sent the heavens down
     D              E               A
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods