G     Em  D    G

G     Em  D

[Verse 1]
D         G
Sometimes I think I was born with calloused hands
C               G                     C                G
    Daddy never bitched a day working 60 a week on his land
C         G                         C                    G
    I got sweat, I got blood, I got stains on my white t-shirt
C          G                      C                      G
    Yea my hell raisin, hell bent heart was raised on dirt


[Chorus]
G                            Am7
You can bet your boots I can hold
                 C                   G
My own, stand my ground & take a punch
                               Am7
I can shoot, I can cuss, I can tear shit up
         C            G
Get a 12 pack weekend drunk

       Em                  D
Aw but you come around and I’m going down
       G                      C
Faster than I can slam a beer can
                       D                  G
Yeah I guess I aint as tough as I think I am

[Solo]
| Em D | G Am | Em D |

[Verse 2]
D           G                   C                      G
I guess the harder they are the harder and further you fall
C               G                 C                              G
    I ain’t got any cards left to play and I’ve done played them all
C            G                             C              G
    Then you walked and you talked and you laid one on my lips
C                G                         C
    Hell now I’m one and I’m done and that don’t make no since


[Chorus]
G                            Am7
You can bet your boots I can hold my own
         C                    G
Stand my ground & take a punch
                               Am7
I can shoot, I can cuss, I can tear shit up
         C            G
Get a 12 pack weekend drunk

       Em                  D
Aw but you come around and I’m going down
       G                      C
Faster than I can slam a beer can
                  D                  G
I guess I aint as tough as I think I am

[Solo]
| G | C | G | C |

[Bridge]
C         G                         C                    G
    I got sweat, I got blood, I got stains on my white t-shirts
C          G                      C                      G  C
    Yea my hell raisin, hell bent heart was raised on dirt


[Chorus]
G                            Am7
You can bet your boots I can hold my own
         C                    G
Stand my ground & take a punch
                               Am7
I can shoot, I can cuss, I can tear shit up
         C            G
Get a 12 pack weekend drunk

       Em                  D
Aw but you come around and I’m going down
       G                      C
Faster than I can slam a beer can
                       D                  G
Yeah I guess I aint as tough as I think I am
Em           G          A Em D  G
  Tough as I think I am