| G | D | |
| Jus | t enough shade for my ice cold bud and | me |
| G | D | |
| I just | sit here where the breeze is soft and I pl | ay the tapes with the letters worn off |
| D | A | D | |
| There | ain't no better way to en | d a long hard wee | k |
| (chorus) |
| G | D | |
| Then some Han | k, wailin' from my pick up t | ruck |
| G | A | |
| Pum | pin' like my blue collar redneck b | lood |
| Bm | G | D | G | |
| Gim | me some Hag, give me the p | ossum, over screa | ming guitars on t | op |
| D A D (G in second chorus) |
| Cuz country, I said country is my rock |
| (verse 2) |
| Everybody needs something to keep them strong |
| Yeah something they can feel down in their bones |
| For me there ain't no substitute for three simple chords and the God's honest truth |
| And the steel guitar from the heart to take me home |
| Like some Hank, wailin' from my pick-up truck |
| Pumpin' like my blue collar redneck blood |
| Gimme some Hag, give me the possum, over screaming guitars on top |
| Cuz country, I said country is my rock, yes it is |
| (Lead) |
| G | D | G | A |
| Gimme some Hag, give me the possum, over screaming guitars on top |
| Cuz country, I said country is my rock |
| Cuz country, I said country is my rock, yes it is |