Huckleberry

        Cm
Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop 
the world right off it's axis
  Cm
I stumbled up in this bitch and I 
ain't even need no practice
     Cm
Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know
 I'm always catchin' those
Cm                         Bb
Amphibious with flows like I run the
 game with webbed toes
Cm
Yeah there that boy go, rooster 
necklace all gold
Cm
Diamonds in that mug cost more than 
the truck he drive yo
Cm
Damn straight motherfucker, my 
career come from the dirt
Cm                               
The same grain I got them maters 
Bb
from to add to my Bud Light son
Cm
Don't get me piped up, Chattanooga 
shine son
Cm                                
Gettin' drunk like a farmer, put 
             Cm
the V8 in the mud
                C                  
Fuck it, let it get stuck, get the 
                C
tractor for the truck
                    Bb         
Life's a wench in a rut, if you 
                Am
gotta crank it up

[Chorus]

F            Dm           Em   
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll 
C       Am
be your dark and scary
F            Dm                   
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. 
E                 Am
Church don't sour
    F                Dm          
And I'll be those KC lights in a 
Em
poor boy's truck
C    Am               F
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
      Dm               Em
A son of a bitch and a crazy 
motherfucker

[Verse 2]

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      C
Man I love that feelin' of blue 
lights on a Friday
Cm
One lane, one way, no way, roll a J
      Cm                          
In my Carhartt toboggan, and I be 
C
flexin' like my driveway
C              Cm
It's a runway, fuck
N.C.
Hollywood the long way
      Cm                           
I got dirt in my nails and there's 
C
nails in my dirt
    Cm
Run barefoot behind me and your feet
 gon' hurt
          Cm                       
My little piggy hit the market, 
  C
your little piggy look whacked off
      Cm                           
Y'all country but can't even get 
  Bb
the blade up in the hacksaw
     Cm                        C
Chop wood for the Gram let the wood 
get wet
      Cm
I got ricks stacked up, with a tarp 
on it bitch
       Cm                      C
If you see me swingin' the axe it 
ain't because of bonfires
      Cm                           
It's 'cause I went crazy and live 
    Bb                  Am
in a house made of cross ties

[Chorus]

F            Dm           Cm    
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll 
       Am
be your dark and scary
F            Dm                   
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. 
E                 Am
Church don't sour
F                 Dm             
And I'll be those KC lights in a 
Em
poor boy's truck
     Am               F
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
      Dm               Em
A son of a bitch and a crazy 
motherfucker

[Verse 3]

      C
Mu-Mustang like a Socs, leather 
jacket like Dally
Cm
Outsider of my town, switchblade in 
my jacket
Cm                                
They don't make that Sodapop pop, no
C
 carbonation added
      Dm                         
River water in my veins to muddy 
Bb
water I'm an addict
        Cm                        
Raisin' hell like I planted devil 
C
seeds then I grew it
   Cm
Oh wait that's weed, hah damn I feel
 stupid
        Cm                         
Devil's lettuce on the ranch I wish
           C
 the ghost could be some peppers
      Dm             Bbm          
Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now 
  Bb
his truck is full of bad bitches
Cm
I'm rockin' rags up on these 
riches,Built my house in all these 
ditches
Cm
Instead of leavin' my home town,I 
settled down and now I fucks with it
     C                         C
It's Mr. Cheatham County, talk slow,
 rap fluid
     Cm                        
Spit flames so much you think I 
 C                   Am
drink starter fluid

[Chorus]

F            Dm           C     
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll 
       Am   Fm
be your dark and scary
F            Dm                   
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. 
E                 Am
Church don't sour
F                 Dm             
And I'll be those KC lights in a 
     Em
poor boy's truck
     Am               F
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
      Dm               Em  
A son of a bitch and a crazy 
        D
motherfucker