Tom: C
Introdução:
C F
Well, there's a little word that fits me to a tea.
G C
I don't know how you spell it, but it's ?country.?
C F
Well, I laugh when I'm happy and I cry when I'm blue,
G C
cuss when I'm mad like I'm supposed to do.
C F
On a Saturday night I'll have a drink or two
G C
and howl at the moon I'm country.
C F
Well, I chew tobacco and I spit it on the ground.
G C
I talk to the cows when no one ain't around.
C F
Trapped on the mountain when the snow is falling down,
G C
yes sir, boys, I'm country.
F
I'm as country as a bronc on the western plain,
C
just as wild and twice as hard to tame.
F
As high on living as the noonday sun.
C G C
Well, I'll be country ?til the day I'm done.
C F
City folks think I'm crude I guess.
G C
You can tell I'm a hick by the way that I dress.
C F
But that don't matter, I'm happy as can be
G C
and proud as heck that I'm country.
C F
There's nothing wrong with city, if you like it that's fine
G C
driving them freeways and race against time,
C F
But I'll bet you folks in the back of your minds
G C
kinda wished you was country, don't ya?
CHORUS
C
C'mon, Boys, keep singing those country songs. Who knows? Maybe we'll convert all these
city folks into country folks and they'll all move out to the country. Then the country
C F
Country is heat and dust and snow,
G C
where the winters get down to forty below
C F
And the work is hard and the pay's sure low
G C
and it ain't all roses being country.
C
Hang in there, Folks. Don't do nothing foolish now. You got yourself a nice high paying
job, air conditioned offices, got a movie theater right down the street, {RETURN TO VERSE