Key: A
Introduction: A G D
A
Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls? children of the corn field
D
Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill
We wear the muddy boots, stay true to how we're raised
A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
G D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
D
Straight outta of cold beer
verse 2
A
Just a bunch of John Deere junkies getting funky to some old Hank
G
Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we came
D
We'll cut the rusty chain in the sun or in the rain
Yeah, that's the kinda thing
A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
G D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
A
Straight outta of cold beer
A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
G D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
A
Straight outta of cold beer