Intro:
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verse 1:
A
Shotgun in my daddy's truck
E
Eight years old and acting tough
D
He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears"
A
He would search that "fm" dial
E
And I would count down every mile
D
Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear
F#m E
It was old Thomas Conley on the radio
D B7
It punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soul
A E D
I'm talking bout a good country song
Makes you smile, makes you hurt
Leaves you hanging on every word
A E D
A good country song
Makes you love, makes you leave
Raise some hell or hit your knees
F#m
All I know is I think of home
E
Grab my guitar and strum along
D B7
Kick on back and sip me something strong
D E A
When I hear a good country song
verse 2:
A
While hip-hop, rap, and rock were cool
E
I was in my basement getting schooled
D
On George and Keith and Vernon Alabama
A
I was learning bout those neon lights
E
Wasted days and wasted nights
D
And honky-tonks from Texas to Montana
F#m
And when my fingers found the fret board
E
I close my eyes and sing
D B7
I swear that beat up guitar only played one thing
A E D
I'm talking bout a good country song
Makes you smile, makes you hurt
Leaves you hanging on every word
A E D
A good country song
Makes you love, makes you leave
Raise some hell or hit your knees
F#m
All I know is I think of home
E
Grab my guitar and strum along
D B7
Kick on back and sip me something strong
D E A
When I hear a good country song
OUTRO:
F#m
Yeah, it makes me think of days long gone
E
Miss my dad and call my mom
A B7
Run, laugh, and pray, and drink til dawn
D E
When I hear a good country
D E
A good old country
D E A
a good country song