If That's Country chords
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Intro
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Straight out of Nashville, heres your next big star
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He dont write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
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Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
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And he struts around the stage like hes the coolest thing youve ever seen.
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Oh you gotta love him!
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He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
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And he dont mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
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And hes got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
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Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
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But if hes country Ill kiss your ass,
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And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
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Hes the same old sh*t in a slightly different bag,
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But if hes country, well then countrys pretty bad.
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I dont watch CMT
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Naw that sh*t makes me sick.
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And that ole Kenny Chesney,
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What a hypocrite.
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Hell swear hes country,
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But he lives in the Caribbean.
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Sings all about the islands now,
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What happened to the Tennessean
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Aw if hes country ill kiss your ass
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Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
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Hes all about image cuz image pays the bucks,
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Aw but if hes country, well then country really sucks.
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What happened to the outlaws,
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Who werent afraid to cross the line.
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What happened to the workin man,
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Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.
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I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
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And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around.
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And he taught me all the good stuff,
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That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll
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And if that aint country, well I dont give a damn
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My daddy taught me to be own kinda man
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He said Son you dont have to go along with the crowd aw
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So if I aint country then Im pretty frickin proud
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Oh Well I dont need their labels anyhow