[Intro]
C Bb F C
[Verse]
C
You can brag about where you’re from
Bb
All them drugs you’ve done
F
You can build your name off the money and the fame
C
But what happens when the money’s gone, son?
C
Build your house up on a hill
Bb
Ride around in a Coupe De Ville
F
But buddy, all that bling and them shiny things
C
Sure ain’t keepin’ it real
Bb
You can say what wanna say
F
But I ain’t ashamed
[Chorus]
C
I’m a G.O.B. by the G.O.G.
Bb
A good old boy’s all I’m ever gonna be
F
By the grace of God and the dirt on these jeans
Cm C
I’m a G.O.B by the G.O.G. yeah
[Verse]
C
Ain’t no such thing as a bad day of fishin’
Bb
If something gets broke around here, I’ll fix it
F
I was raised on cornbread and chicken, fried chicken
C
Every Sunday after church
Bb
I'm a redneck, blue collar, white T-shirt
F
Till them six feet deep in the dirt
[Chorus]
C
I’m a G.O.B. by the G.O.G.
Bb
A good old boy’s all I’m ever gonna be
F
By the grace of God and the dirt on these jeans
Cm C C
I’m a G.O.B by the G.O.G. yeah
Bb
Oh oh
F
Woh oh
C
Oh oh oh oh
[Break]
Bb
If you wanna know where I'm from
F
Straight outta Campton son
[Chorus]
C
I’m a G.O.B. by the G.O.G. yeah
Bb
A good old boy’s all I’m ever gonna be
F
By the grace of God 'til I'm six feet deep
Cm C
G.O.B by the G.O.G.
[Chorus]
C
G.O.B. by the G.O.G.
Bb
A good old boy’s all I’m ever gonna be
F
By the grace of God it's plain to see
Cm C
I’m a G.O.B by the G.O.G. yeah
[Outro]
C Bb
F
By the grace of God and the dirt on these jeans
Cm C
I’m a G.O.B by the G.O.G. yeah
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