D
They said I can lose a little lip
Bm
And lose count a hundred dollar bills
G A
Be that small town boy that finally made it out
D
I think that's where they had me wrong
Bm
I want to write my own damn songs
G D A
And I don't want to move to Nashville, man, I've got home
Bm Bm/A G
Yeah, what you see is what you get
Bm
And when you look at me, man
Bm/A
I hope when you look at me you see
G A
As real as it gets
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