What You Think

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]
E
In this day and age, Lifestyles 
ain't all the same.

Everybody's lookin for somebody else
 to blame.
     A
But nothing irritates me worse than 
you hear you rich folks whine.
          E
You're addicted to wealth and to 
yourself,you're addicted to the 
dollar sign.
    B
You put me down cause I was raised
         A
Just a little bit different from 
you,
        E
Well I work with my hands and 
respect my lands,
        B              E
I'm trustee tried and true.


[Verse 2]
         E
You get up to go to work, put on 
your pretty suit and tie,

Well I put on a beat up shirt, work 
boots, and faded old levi's.
    A
I grind my fucking knuckles to the 
bone to make ends meet.
         E
So I'm glad that you get mad, when I
 drive fast down your street.
     B
You get pissed off cause we like 
being
     A
Mad all over town.
             E
Well you can go to hell cause my 
Rebel Yell
B               E
Volume don't go down.


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                A
We're just backwoods boys, making 
noise in a new age society.
               E
And we don't give a shit about the 
stock market or life of luxury.
   A
A simple man is what I am, status 
ain't for me,
      B
I may not have a yacht, but I'm 
happy as can be.
        A
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer 
faster than you can blink.
          E
But you think I'm trash and you're 
high class and that your shit don't 
stink.
            B                      
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib 
    A
rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E              B             E
I don't give a fuck what you think.


[Verse 3]
      E
You snobby mr. Monebags have people 
you call friends,

But when it came down to it, you'd 
probly be to greedy to help them.
           A
Well I've got more buddies for whom 
I'd put my life on the line,
         E
Cause I know they'd do the same for 
me if I was ever in a bind.
      B                            
Well your heart is made from parts 
      A
that come from a septic tank,
          E                    
When you kids don't earn you'll 
                         B         
start to burn, you can take that to
        E
 the bank.


[Verse 4]
      E
You read the Wall Street Journal, 
sippin champagne in your limosine,

Well I'll be alright with a cold Bud
 Light and a hot rod magazine.
          A
You all love your bmw's and Porches 
that you drive,
         E
Well my gas guzzling '67 Bowtie 
suits me fine.
     B                             
So keep in mind you pretty kids 
    A
that think you're all so cool,
          E                      
Just remember we're the ones that 
           B                   E
beat the shit out of you in school.


[Chorus]
                A
We're just backwoods boys, making 
noise in a new age society.
               E
And we don't give a shit about the 
stock market or life of luxury.
   A
A simple man is what I am, status 
ain't for me,
      B
I may not have a yacht, but I'm 
happy as can be.
        A
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer 
faster than you can blink.
          E
But you think I'm trash and you're 
high class and that your shit don't 
stink.
            B                      
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib 
    A
rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E              B             E
I don't give a fuck what you think.


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[Verse 5]
     E
You like to play crochet, talk 
politics and vanity.

Well the grand ol' opry on saturday 
night on the radio's fine with me.
      A
I may not have been born with a 
silver spoon in my mouth,
          E
But I'm proud to be a no bullshit 
boy from down south.
      B                     A
I'm 100% workin man that's what I'll
 always be,
         E                         
So you upper class can kiss my ass 
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cause you ain't worth a shit to me.


[Chorus]
                A
We're just backwoods boys, making 
noise in a new age society.
               E
And we don't give a shit about the 
stock market or life of luxury.
   A
A simple man is what I am, status 
ain't for me,
      B
I may not have a yacht, but I'm 
happy as can be.
        A
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer 
faster than you can blink.
          E
But you think I'm trash and you're 
high class and that your shit don't 
stink.
            B                      
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib 
    A
rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E              B             E
I don't give a fuck what you think.


[Ending]
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No we don't give a fuck about your
B           A            E
 big bucks or what you think.
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No weeeee don't give a flyin fuck 
           E
what you think.
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Fuck you!