C G F C
[Verse]
C
Some kids grew up on mean streets
Dealin' with the crips and bloods
But me I was born on a back road
F Bb C
In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud
The street kid deals with the dealer
And he's always watchin' his back
Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine
F Bb C
Down by the creek bank shack
C
Give me .308 and a shotgun
Bb F C
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
G
Where the bear and the deer reside
Bb F
I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire
Bb F C
Makin' this guitar ring
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
Bb G C
While the world goes down the drain
[Verse 2]
C
Just to dwell on life in the city
Is makin' my blood run cold
'Cause miles and miles of concrete
F Bb C
Eats away at the human soul
C
When you live and die in the country
There's a little that your heart can mourn
With your hands in the dirt and a little work
F Bb C
You can weather out any storm
[Instrumental]
Bb C Bb F C Bb C Bb F G F Bb
