Shit Kickin

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Shit kickin’, suburban, I grew up 
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bareback ridin’
F#m          A         Bm     Dmaj7
Out on the weekends at ol’ Partain’s
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“If you can catch ‘em, you can ride 
‘em.”
E                       D
That’s what the old man said to us 
kids
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I took that and ran for the rest 
      B       D
of my days

[Chorus]

D                                 
I’m a little bit left of the “salt
        A
 of the Earth”
        E
Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth
D                       A         
A little bit right- my family, you 
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know, they let me be
D                           A    
To make my way through this 
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world, in spite of everything

[Post-Chorus]

Bm                                
Shit kickin’, suburban, for all 
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I’m worth

[Verse 2]

F#m         A
I’m a Honda girl Trail 90
E                   D
Burn my calf, every time I’d ride it
F#m       A              Bm      D
That carburetor left its mark on me
F#m                    A
“If you can start ‘em, you can ride 
‘em.”
E                     D
That’s what my daddy said to us kids
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A                                 
I took that and ran for the rest 
  B        D
of my days

[Chorus]

D                                 
I’m a little bit left of the “salt
        A
 of the Earth”
        E
Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth
D                         A     
A little bit right - my family, you 
E
know, they let me be
D                           A    
To make my way through this 
     E                Bm    F#m
world, in spite of everything

[Bridge]

Bm
Tearing down the dirt roads, Dean 
Brown’s gas store
Walking past the old men “Get a load
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 of that tomboy kid.”
Bm
Flying out the back door, Down to 
the lake shore
Fishing pole, bait worms, “Delta 
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Dawn” in my head
Bm
Catchin’ and releasin’ Didn’t feel 
it creepin’

[Verse 3]

A                      E
That Kudzu covered me, like it would
 set me free
D                              E
From the old ways, and the old men
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But damn that trickery, it got the 
best of me
          A                     
I’m gonna tear it down and start 
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again

[Interlude]

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[Verse 4]

F#m          A
Grand-daddy was a preacher
E                          D
Built that church from the sand to 
the steeple
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I didn’t know him except by his 
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journalin' hand
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If you can find him, you can love 
him
E                       D
But girl, you got to be honest about
 him
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Or you’ll be fighting them weeds 
                      B     D
for the rest of your days

[Chorus]

D                                 
I’m a little bit left of the “salt
        A
 of the Earth”
                E
But that's all right, I’ll prove my 
worth
D                         A     
A little bit right-but my family, 
E
you know, they set me free
D                           A    
To make my way through this 
     E                 Bm
world, in spite of everything

[Post-Chorus]

Bm                                
Shit kickin’, suburban, for all 
  F#m
I’m worth
Bm                                
Shit kickin’, suburban, for all 
  F#m
I’m worth