Mississippi Mud

INTRO:
Am    C    G    Am

VERSE:
          Am
Left his home in Louisiana
            C
Headed for Nashville, Tennessee
          G
Where he plays in the bars and prays
 to the stars
    Am
To find his melody

          Am
He spends all thoise nights under 
the neon lights
 C
Trying to chase a dream
          G
Where he tries to be heard singing 
someone else's words
             Am
But there's more to him than what it
 seems

          Am
See he's always been pretty good 
with a pen
        C
And he wears his heart on his sleeve
            G
So put him under the lights with a 
pic and a mike
     Am
And he'll make you believe


CHORUS:
       Am
'Cause he ain't no cowboy
       C
No he don't try to play the part
             G
He's just a southern boy who likes 
making noise
        Am
And he sings straight from his heart

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        Am
He was raised on the mud from the 
Mississippi floods
            C
Yeah, he's usualy a simple man
            G
But you'll know his name, he'll make
 you feel his pain
       Am                    C Am
With a six string in his hand


VERSE:
        Am
He was always told he was chasing 
fools gold
               C
'You'll never make it anyway
           G
And even though he tried, the 
passion inside
      Am
Just wouldn't go away

      Am
So I guess you can blame that rhythm
 in his veins
        C
It was too hard to ignore
           G
And he's known all along right where
 he belongs
        Em
And he can't fight it anymore


CHORUS:
       Am
'Cause he ain't no cowboy
       C
No he don't try to play the part
             G
He's just a southern boy who likes 
making noise
        Am
And he sings straight from his heart

        Am
He was raised on the mud from the 
Mississippi floods
            C
Yeah, he's usualy a simple man
            G
But you'll know his name, he'll make
 you feel his pain
       Am
With a six string in his hand


POST-CHORUS:
       Am
No he ain't here to claim the money 
or the fame
            C
Yeah, he's got a much bigger goal
             G
To take his love and his hurt and 
pour it into verse
          Em                Em  
That you feel deep in your 
Am    C    G    Em
soooooul                Noooooooo


CHORUS:
Am
He ain't no cowboy
        C
But he won't apologize
         G
For his jeans or his boots or his 
deep southern roots
        Am
Or the fire in his eyes

          Am
Got that Mississippi mud, running 
through his blood
          C
And he's never been ashamed
        G
And he ain't backing down
    G
Or leaving this town
      Em
Till they all know his name