Verse
A
I was a rebel in my younger years
A E
I'd.....drink with the devil if he bought the beer
A D
Wore out two pick-ups just running around
B E
Mamma thought I never would settle down
D
That was before I met sweet Irma Jean
B E
She made a new man outta me
A D A
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
A E
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
A D
Blue collar heaven...domestic bliss
B E
It just doesn't get better than this
A
We got pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos
Verse
A
Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
A E
With a station wagon and an charge account
A D
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball team
B E
Little sister's running for Rose Bud Queen
D
And me I'm doing good at the used car lot
B E
Is this a great country or what
A D A
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
A E
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
A D
Blue collar heaven...domestic bliss
B E
It just doesn't get better than this
A
We got pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos
Verse
D
People slow down when they drive by
A
They wave and smile but there's envy in their eyes
D
We ain't rich and won't be for a while
B E
But no doubt about it we got style
A D A
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
A E
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
A D
Blue collar heaven...domestic bliss
B E
It just doesn't get better than this
A
We got pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos,
A
Pink flamingos