Sure Feels Good Anyway

Em                         D     
I'll get your text about 3 am, 
when I cross back over the border 
Am
again
         C           Em
Bye-bye Canada Hello USA
Em                             
Those lefties sure make a lot of 
              D                  
sense, and sometimes it's nice to 
                    Am
feel good in my skin
Am                          
But I'd trade it all for some 
   C                   Em
Southern hospitality

[Chorus]
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway

[Verse]
Em                                
I'm gonna tell them boys, "Don't 
                   D
be a drag, ain't ya tired of 
fightin' 'bout the damned ol' flag?»
     Am                        C  
Well it ain’t Southern pride, it’s
               Em
 just Southern hate
Em                                
I know from your mamas that you’re
                   D
 better than that, every time I 
call, well you have my back
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Am                                
Some time for Muddy Buddies and a 
C                      Em
tall glass of sweet tea

[Chorus]
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway

[Bridge]
G
I’ve got gravel from the road in the
 bottom of my boot
D
The kiss that you left still burning
 thru
Em                 D              
I can’t rest ‘til get back home to 
 C
you
C
When I left the last words that were
 out of your mouth, were
D                                 
“How can you live in the backwards
          G                    
 south – Devil in the roots and 
  D            C
Jesus on the wine?”
          D      G  Em D  Am  C
Cause it feels fine

[Verse]
G      Em                        
I was born in the grist of a 
          D
rebel yall, swaddled in the song of 
the whip-poor-will
Am                     C         
They haunt me and they hold me 
       Em
just the same
Em
But it’s an ounce of comfort, for a 
pound of grief
                        D
I just wanna sit on the porch with 
you and hear the tall pines creak
       Am                       
Still sweating in September when 
 C    Am   C    Em
that sun goes down

[Chorus]
                 C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway