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If Thats Country Corey Smith
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9]
[G]Straight out of Nashvi[Cadd9]lle, here’s [G]your next big star [Cadd9] [Am]
[G]He don’t write the songs he sin[Cadd9]gs, but he knows the words by heart.
[G]Wears a cowboy [Cadd9]hat, and some tight blue jeans,
[G]And he struts around t[Cadd9]he stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.
[G] [Cadd9] Oh you g[Em]otta lo[Cadd9]ve him!
[G]He looks like a s[Cadd9]uper model, know[G]s how to strike a pose[Cdad9] [Am]
[G]And he don’t mind the m[Cadd9]ake up as long as no one[Em] knows. [Cadd9]
[G]And he’s got that crooked grin,[Cadd9] and talks wi[G]th a southern drawl, [Cadd9] [Am]
[G]Acts like Toby [Cadd9]Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGra[Em]w [Cadd9]
But if[D] he’s country ill kiss[Cadd9] your ass, [G]
And t[D]hrow all my Willie Nelson records in [Cadd9]the trash. [G]
He’s the same ol[D]d shit in a slightly differ[Cadd9]ent bag, [G] [D/F#] [Em]
But if he’s coun[D]try, well then country’s prett[Cadd9]y bad. [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9]
[G]I don’t watch CM[Cadd9]T
[G]No that shit makes [Cadd9]me sick. [Am]
[G]And that ole Kenny [Cadd9]Chesney,
[Em]What a hypo[Cadd9]crite.
[G]Hell swear he’s [Cadd9]country
[G]But he lives in the Caribbean.[Cadd9] [Am]
[G]Sings all about the island[Cadd9]s now,
What happe[Em]ned to the Tennessean? [Cadd9]
[D]Aw if he’s cou[Cadd9]ntry ill kiss your ass [G]
Throw all my [D]Johnny cash records in the tr[Cadd9]ash [G]
He’s all[D] about image cause image [Cadd9]pays the bucks, [G] [D/F#] [Em]
Aw but if he’s country, w[D]ell then country really suc[Cadd9]ks. [G] [D/F#] [Em]
What happe[D]ned to the outlaws? [G]
Who weren[Cadd9]’t afraid to cross the [D]line? [G]
[Em]What ha[D]ppened to the workin man? [G]
Who sang the truth abou[Cadd9]t their troubled live[D]s? [G]
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Am] [G] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9] [Em] [Cadd9]
[G]I was rais[Cadd9]ed in Georgia, in a on[G]e red light [Cadd9]town. [Am]
[G]And my daddy picked gui[Cadd9]tar in every honky to[Em]nk around [Cadd9]
[G]And he taught me all the goo[Cadd9]d stuff,
[G]That solid count[Cadd9]ry gold,[Am] but n[G]ow I love it a[Cadd9]ll from hip-hop to ro[Em]ck and roll [Cadd9]
And if that [D]ain’t country, well I don’t give [Cadd9]a damn [G]
My dadd[D]y to be my own kinda man[Cadd9] [G]
He said son you[D] don’t have to go along with the cr[Cadd9]owd aw [G] [D/F#] [Em]
So if I ain’t Count[D]ry then im pretty frikin pr[Cadd9]oud [G] [D/F#] [Em]
Oh well I don[Cadd9]’t need their labels anyh[D]ow [G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9]
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