Real Country

INTRO:
Dm  F  C  A5

VERSE:
 Dm
Caught up in the life of a modern day cowboy
  F
Riding that Harley like I had to go steal one
 C
Chasing that high of danger when I wake
 C
Dodging every single bullet that's fired my way

  Dm
A gun and mud linger on them county roads
          F
Southern boy tattoos from head to toe
    C
To hell with being pretty for the camera and phones
   C
I came to get dirty and I got one goal


CHORUS:
    Dm
To leave out a legend by any means
          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
          C
Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game
      Am7
Never еven tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
         F
The new age men in black that the people need
             C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing
    Am7                     Dm    F
I'm only speaking for real country
                       C       Am7
Only speaking for rea-eall country


VERSE:
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               Dm
Don't put your two cents in on what I should do
               F
Unless you've been whiskey bent, blaring Chris LeDoux
            C
Unless you got a couple scars for a story to prove
        Am7
Or the souls ain't worn in a pair of work boots

   Dm
I grew up a way that's getting erased
      F
Dixieland pride they wanna fade the face
             C
And stick a pretty boy in to get us replaced
               Am7
But you don't wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank

         Dm7
Running circles around y'all like Dale at Talladega
        F
Take a bite outta you like salt on tomatoes
       C
And I tell you how it is then you tuck your tail
        Am7
I ain't even gotta say it 'cause everybody could tell


CHORUS:
     Dm
I'm leaving out a legend by any means
          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
          C
Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game
      Am7
Never еven tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
         F
The new age men in black that the people need
            Csus4            C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing
    A7sus4        Am7     Em7        F
I'm only speaking for rea-eal country
            C       Am7
Woh oh oh ohhhh-o-oh


BDA K:
   Dm7
A Copenhagen smile when I talk that smack
     F
Shotgun and a rifle hanging in the back
       C
Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back
           A
You'll be meeting the country boys if you burn that flag


CHORUS:
       Dm
We're leaving out respected by any means
          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
         C
Give em hell to the flames, charcoal the game
      A
Never even tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm7
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
         F
The new age men in black that the people need
             C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing

    Am7                     Dm7               F
I'm only speaking for real country (Woh oh oh oh)
                          Csus4  C   Am7
I'm only speaking for rea-eall  country


OUTRO:
       Dm     F
Woh oh oh  oh oh
       C            Am7
Woh oh oh  oh oh oh oh
   A7        Dm
Oh oh  oh oh oh