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honky tonk u Toby Keith
1ST: My g[E]randmother owned a night club
O[A]n the Arkansas-Oklahoma li[E]ne
Mama pu[B7]t me on a Greyhound
And I went to[A] stay with her in the summertime[B7]
I'd box up[E] those empty long-necks
And stack 'em in [A]the back and make a hand[E]
Then at night she[B7]'d let me sneak out
Of the kitchen and let me sit in [A]with the band[E]
2nd Yes,[E] I have sacks and quarterbacks
And broke my [A]share of bones along the way[E]
I knew it w[B7]ouldn't last forever
Semi-pro alwa[A]ys means semi-payed[B7]
I started[E] climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil fiel[A]d trash and proud as I can be, yeah[E]
Then I took my[B7] songs and guitar
And sang 'em for a[A] man from Tennessee[E]
Chorus: I've play[E]ed every beer joint tavern
From New York [A]City out to Pasadena[E]
Every corn[B7] dog fair and rodeo
And sold out every[A] basketball arena[B7]
Lik[E]e to get down with my boys
I[A]n Afghanistan and Baghd[E]ad City too
I[B7] am a red, white and blue blooded
Gradu[A]ate of Honkytonk [E]U
3[E]rd: A star can't burn forever
A[A]nd the[E] brightest ones will someday lose their shine
B[B7]ut the glass won't ever be
H[A]alf empty in my optim[B7]istic mind
I'll[E] still have a song to sing
A[A]nd a[E] band to turn it up and play it loud
As long as[B7] there's a bar room
W[A]ith a corner stage and a hon[E]ky tonk crowd
Ch[E]orus: I've played every beer joint tavern
From Ne[A]w York City out to Pasaden[E]a
Ever[B7]y corn dog fair and rodeo
A[A]nd sold out every basketb[B7]all arena
I li[E]ke to get down with my boys
I[A]n Afghanistan and Bagh[E]dad City too
Son, I'm a red[B7], white and blue blood
Grad[A]uate of Honkytonk[E] U
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