G G
Momma rocked me in a cradle, Daddy rolled me in his arms,
C G
I been robin rolling, Lord, Lord, since the day I was born.
[Interlude]
G G **
G G **
[Verse 1]
G
My baby blanket was a rebel flag,
G
I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag.
C
I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea.
G
Baby, long came [?] in an o'shea tree,
D
ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken.
G*
Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
[Chorus]
C G
I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.
D
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G*
Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
[Interlude]
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G **
[Verse 2]
G
Lord, I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen,
G
want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream.
C
I got my first car, I was hell on wheels,
G
I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal.
D
My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen.
G*
Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
[Chorus]
C G
I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.
D
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G*
Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.
[Interlude]
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G **
G G G G
C C G G
D D G G G/A G/Bb G/B
[Outro 1]
C G
Yeah, I’m a man, I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night.
D G
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
C G
I’m a man I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night
D
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.
G*
Fast cars, guitars, some fined tuned women.
[Outro 2]
N.C.
G G **
G G **
G F* F#*
G* G*
