Intro: (G) (C) (D) (G)
Well, you (G) called my kin-folk trash all of their lives
I'm a chip off the heap, ask anyone of my ex-wives
I'm a (C) social drinker, and I stay social all I can
I'm (A) deer-snuffin', chain-smokin', simple kind of southern (D) man
First you (G) gut our farms, and strip-mall all the five and dimes
Then you taxed our so-called sins, called our pleasures a crime
Now, you're (C) turnin' our music into some kind of strage elevator noise
I think it's (A) time for us to take one (D) back, for the good old (G) boys
Well, (F) you can paint str(C)ipes on a (G) billy goat
(F) Call it a (C) tiger, if it fl(G)oats your boat
(F) You can make a (C) star of a (G) teenage girl
But, (A) one million dollars won't (D) make her Merle
Yeah, (F) laser (G) beams, and (F) navel (G) rings
And a pretty face, might be (C) somethin'
But, you can kiss my Ozark (D) ass if that's (G) country
There's a (G) certain song that's got my local station stuck
It has a steel guitar, and I believe that it mentions a truck
But, the (C) singer don't sound like he ever worked a stick shift
Sounds (A) more like bad Phil Collins, with a hick face(D)lift
Now, (G) I ain't denyin' that some urban moms they're fun
Yeah but, don't you try to tell me it's the way Hank wanted it done
You better (C) keep your money-grubbin' hands off a pour song
And make (A) sure Chris Gaines stays the (D) hell off of my front (G) lawn
(F) Well you can take the (C) ear off a (G) barnyard sow
(F) Milk it 'til it (C) turns into a (G) cash cow
(F) You can lead a (C) chick to a (G) waterin' hole
But you (A) can't make her take a drink, until she (D) gets white soul
(F) Might be (G) rock
(F) Might be (G) schlock
It might be the Beatles or (C) Monkees
But, you can kiss my Ozark (D) ass if that's (G) country
Yeah, (F) laser (G) beams, and them (F) navel (G) rings
And a pretty face, might be (C) somethin'
But, you can kiss my Ozark (D) ass if that's (G) country
If that's (G) country, I don't think that's really (G) country.
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