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

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

Bm                                   F#m    A    E    D
Shit kickin’, suburban, for all 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
A                                   B        D
I took that and ran for the rest of my days

[Chorus]

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

[Bridge]

Bm
Tearing down the dirt roads, Dean Brown’s gas store
                                              F#m   F#7sus
Walking past the old men “Get a load of that tomboy kid.”
Bm
Flying out the back door, Down to the lake shore
                                             F#m  F#7sus
Fishing pole, bait worms, “Delta 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
    Bm7                 F#m
But damn that trickery, it got the best of me
          A                        C#  C#sus4  C#m
I’m gonna tear it down and start again

[Interlude]

F#m  A   E   D   F#m   A   E   D

F#m   A   E   D   F#m  A   E   D

[Verse 4]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

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