Thats Alright With Me

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[Verse 1]
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  Everybody knows I like whiskey
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  Prefera-bly from Tennessee
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  But if you hand me an ice cold beer, or some red wine
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Or some moonshine, or one of them fruity drinks
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Hell, that's al-right with me


[Verse 2]
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  God knows I love women
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  The devil knows they make me weak
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  And I might find the right one, and settle down in a little town
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  Or I might just stay wild and free
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And that's al-right with me


[Chorus]
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I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women
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And for that I make no apologies
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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie
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  And if you do or don't like what you see
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That's al-right with me


[Verse 3]
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  There's nothing quite like the ocean
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  With a little tent  and a little beach
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  And I like sitting 'round the campfire with my guitar
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And if some-body wants to pass around some green
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Hell, that's al-right with me


[Chorus]
       C                 F        G            F
I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women
        C           F         G   Am F
And for that I make no apologies
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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie
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  And if you do or don't like what you see
      Am        F
Hell, that's al-right with me


[Solo]
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[Bridge]
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  I just slip on my cheap sun-glasses
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  And let the world go do its thing (that's right)
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  And even if it's all just death and taxes
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  Well, that's alright with me


[Chorus]
       C                 F        G            F
I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women
        C           F         G   Am F
And for that I make no apologies
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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie
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  And if you do or don't like what you see
      Am        F          C  F  G
Hell, that's al-right with me


[Otro]
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That's al-right with me
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