Flyin High

Intro: D A G D

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You know I spent a little time out 
in Malibu
A
I spent quite a bit down in 
Nashville too
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Cuz I like the beach and loves to 
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honky tonk
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But the place that I call home
           D
Is where I never have to feel alone
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It's the place where I was raised 
            D
and I was born

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And the grass don't get much greener
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And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a 
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two-dollar bottle of wine
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And there's no need for new 
beginnings
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More money or window trimmings
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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm
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 a keep on chillin', refillin' and 
 G
flyin'
D
high

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       G
Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair
       D
Flyin' high, with an ice cold beer
Got nowhere to go, no place I'd 
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rather be
          G
Yeah the grass don't get much 
greener
     D
And life can't get no sweeter
            A                      
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm
                      A            
 a keep on chillin', refillin' and 
 G
flyin'
D
high

D
You know I've traveled on yachts 
thru the south of France
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Think I even got a pair of Versace 
pants
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But all that makes me feel is like
    D
 a fool
      G
Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of 
Beam
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A couple good friends, and some cut 
off jeans
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Has made us realize, you can't buy
  D
 cool

         G
And the grass don't get much greener
     D
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a 
                      A
two-dollar bottle of wine
            G
And there's no need for new 
beginnings
      D
More money or window trimmings
            A                      
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm
                      A            
 a keep on chillin', refillin' and 
 G
flyin'
D
high

        G
Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair
        D
Flyin' high, and my family near
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Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
          G
Yeah they mock me because I stand 
out
            D
But I ain't never had to take a 
handout
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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm
                      A            
 a keep on chillin', refillin' and 
 G
flyin'
D
high