How Bout You

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I know where I come from, how bout
 A      D
 you
        A                     D   
I don't need baggy clothes or 
                   A     D
rings in my nose to be cool
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The scars on my knuckles match the 
D                      A       D
scuffs on these cowboy boots
    A                             
And there's a whole lot more like 
D            A
me, how bout you

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[Verse]
I punch the clock tryin to make it 
to the top...How bout you?
I ain't got no blue blood trust fund
 I can dip into.
Yeah I wish uncle Sam would dive a 
damn about the man whose collar is 
blue.
But if he don't hell i'll make it on
 my own...How bout you?

[Chorus]
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How bout you
D                     A
Do you feel the way I do
            G     D               
To tell the truth I think we're 
         A
the chosen few
                G  D          A
But that's just me...How bout you