Tom: Am C Am C Am [Verse 1] C I ain't the best singer or the best lookin' Am Ain't got a plan to make people listen to me C Ain't no designer tellin' me what to wear Am I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair C My claim to fame is a story in a page Am Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain C From a day I lived and turned into a song Am As I sit on a porch gettin' stoned at my farm C 29 years old, out livin' in a dream Am Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams C But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep Fm I love my upbringin' and I ain't ashamed [Chorus] C F That I claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F And I claim the rеbel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab C F And I claim evеry good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of Am G F It ain't how I dress, naw it ain't how I sing C Am C Am It's how I tell 'em what I claim [Verse 2] C There'll never be another Johnny Cash Am But I feel like him when I'm pissed-off mad C In one of my muscle cars goin' way too fast Am Not worried if a deer even kills my ass C Then after a few miles, I quit bein' so wreckless Am Light me up a roach while I'm listenin' to Elvis C Like a hound dog hangin' out the window Am Still holdin' my soul 'cause the devil can't get it C Yeah, music ain't money 'round here, no sir Am It's the blood in our veins and a flag on the porch C Red with a blue circle, holdin' three bright stars F In the 615, ask who we are [Chorus] C F They'll say we claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F Yeah, we claim the rebel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab C F And we claim every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of Am G F C F Yeah, it ain't how we dress, and it ain't how we sing, it's how we tell 'em what we claim C F And hell naw, we ain't ashamed [Bridge] C Hopefully, one day, long from now C Way in the future, when I'm underground C A rebel child will discover the sound F Of a Nashville-born, redneck loud-mouth [Chorus] C F And say that he claimed the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F Yeah, he claimed the rebel flags, flyin' high off his truck and he didn't get scared C F And he claimed every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos like he had on his arm Am G F C Yeah, it ain't how he dressed, and it ain't how he sang, it's how he told 'em what he claimed