Country Club Travis Tritt
when I [A]saw her makin' eyes at [E]me.
So I followed her down to clubhouse drive,
past the [F#]pool and the eighteenth [B]green.
[E]And in the parkin' lot I said it's mighty hot,
[A]maybe I could buy you a [E]beer.
She said I'm [A]glad you asked but I'll[E] have[C#m] to pass
'cause only [F#]members are [B]allowed in [E]here.
And I said.
Chorus:
N.C. A
I'm a member of a country club,
country music is [E]what I love.
I drive an old ford [B]pick-up truck.
I do my drinkin' from a [E]dixie cup.
[E]Hey I'm a bonafied [A]dancin' fool.
I shoot a mighty mean [E]game of pool.
At any honkytonk [B]roadside pub,
I'm a member of a [E]country club.
[B] [B] [E] [E]
Verse 2:
[E]Lord you look so invitin' thought it might be exitin'
for a [A]woman with a limou[E]sine,
to go bouncin' around in a beat-up truck,
with a [F#]man in wore out [B]jeans.
[E]It's five o'clock before friday night,
[A]here's where the fun [E]begins.
So don't w[A]orry 'bout[E] your r[C#m]eputation,
'cause [F#]you can [B]tell all your [E]friends.
Chorus:
N.C. A
I'm a member of a country club,
country music is [E]what I love.
I drive an old ford [B]pick-up truck.
I do my drinkin' from a [E]dixie cup.
[E]Hey I'm a bonafied [A]dancin' fool.
I shoot a mighty mean [E]game of pool.
At any honkytonk [B]roadside pub,
I'm a member of a [E]country club.
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