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D7
Just an Ole Country Boy, Wear my hat to the back
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With a double wide dream, A couple jail house tat's
Dm7
Down an ol' dirt road, Where I paid my dues
D7
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, And Stevie Ray for the blues
D7
Just an Ole Country Boy, Wear my hat to the back
D7 Dm7
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Dm7
Had get it out the mud, Still got dirt on my boots
D7
I'm workin' hard for a livin', And barely makin' it through
D7
I'm workin' hard for a livin', Tyrin' to make ends meet
D7
I grew up without a house, So I don't shit where I sleep
D7
I turned a dime into a dream, Like a trailer park window
D7
Got it out the mud, better runin' as your kin folk
D7
Hat to the back, with a double wide dream
D7
A couple jail house tat's but you don't see what I see
D7
You ain't walked in my shoes, you can't fit in my jeans
D7
I gotta get it how I live it, thats a by any means
D7
Just an Ole Country Boy, from a no name town
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Where the things we think were new, were really just hand me downs
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We ain't got a liquor store, so we makin' our own
D7
If you come well come correctly cause we more than a song
Dm7
We ain't casting a stone, we try to live by the book
D7
I thank the lord that I'm Breathing and for the fish on this hook
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I'd give the shirt off my back, to anyone that really needs it
D7
If I'm lyin' then I'm dying, I'm still here to speak
D7
Just an ole country boy, Wear my hat to the back
D7 Dm7
With a double wide dream, A couple jail house tat's
Dm7
Down an ol' dirt road, Where I paid my dues
D7 Dm7
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, And Stevie Ray for the blues
D7
Just an Ole Country Boy, Wear my hat to the back
D7 Dm7
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Dm7
Had to get it out the mud, Still got dirt my boots
D7
I'm workin' hard for a livin', and barely makin' it through
D7
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it then I meant it
D7
I'm below that mason dixon, running game this ain't a scrimmage
D7
Every day is a different problem, everyday is a different hustle
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I was born to raise hell, momma should've named me troy
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I like my seat laid back, while I'm takin' it slow
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I got a family full of felons that ain't makin' parole
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They sold their sole to the devil, for a bag full of dope
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Now they calling home collect, praying we answer the phone
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All of the dirt that I've done, I've learned to do on my own
D7
If you never have a witness, who's to say you were wrong
D7
I'm a legend in the making, headed straight for the throne
D7
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
D7
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
D7
Before your last bowel movement is in a funeral home
D7
I'm just a small town boy, who never changed his ways
D7
Workin' from daylight to dark
N.C.
D7
Just an ole country boy, Wear my hat to the back
Dm7
With a double wide dream, A couple jail house tat's
Dm7
Down an ol' dirt road, Where I paid my dues
D7
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, And Stevie Ray for the blues
Dm7
Just an Ole Country Boy, Wear my hat to the back
Dm7
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Dm7
Had to get it out the mud, Still got dirt my boots
D7
I'm workin' hard for a livin', and barely makin' it through