INTRO: D
A
Well I got me a lick on an old guitar
A
About the best you ever heard
A
I got me a song and I wrote it myself
D
But you can't believe the words
D
(I can't even believe I wrote it)
I beat the DEA and the AMA
And the CMA to boot
I backed 'em up and I held 'em up
With a gun that wouldn't shoot
(Hell I didn't even have no bullets)
CHORUS:
D
Back home where I come from
A
That would've impressed everyone
A
Beats anything they've seen under the sun
D
Back home where I come from
SOLO: A D
Well I got me a wife but I got a divorce
Then you'll never guess what I did
I got alimony and child support
And I ain't even got no kids
(And that ain't bad for the kids)
But I do know the law and he's got a friend
Who's a friend of a friend of mine
There ain't no string that he can't pull
To get me in and out of a bind
(Ol' Jess can even push a spell)
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
A
I'm a little bit bubba and a redneck mother
A
Like the Biblical prodigal son
CHORUS
OUTRO: D
