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Good Life Corey Smith
[D]Sittin alo[G]ne in my th[D]ree bedroom h[G]ome,
a m[D]ile east of wh[G]ere I was ra[D]ised. [G]
[D]Stairin' out the wi[G]ndow at my d[D]og in the ba[G]ckyard,
in t[D]he[-] p[Dsus4]inestraw cov[A]ered with c[D]lay. [G]
[D]Damn he's a [G]mess, but we lo[D]ve him to d[G]eath,
g[G]uess he f[D]its in this f[G]amily w[D]ell. [G]
Yeah we're a bl[D]ood line of she[G]perds used to r[D]oam in the pas[G]tures,
tryi[D]n'[-] t[Dsus4]o cope with this su[A]burban h[D]ell.
Chorus:
Aww, it s[D]ure is a g[G]ood life we're li[D]vin', [G]
Yeah I re[D]ckon we're ha[G]ppy en[D]ough. [G]
We've done w[D]ell with the ha[G]nds we were gi[D]vin', [G]
with a li[D]tt[-]le[Dsus4] hope and a w[A]hole lotta' l[D]ove.
Verse 2:
Dad j[D]ust finished bu[G]ildin', it must've c[D]ost him a ki[G]llin',
that ho[D]use out on Ram[G]beler's I[D]nn. [G]
He sent my br[D]other off to co[G]llege, walk[D]in' through the ar[G]ches,
M[D]an we're all s[G]ure proud of h[D]im. [G]
But he ne[D]ver tried to sp[G]oil us kept our ha[D]nds in the saw[G]dust,
yeah we ch[D]ipped in whene[G]ver we co[D]uld. [G]
We sha[D]red in the sw[G]eat and the bl[D]ood and the te[G]ars,
I guess[D] h[-]e [Dsus4]knew it would [A]do us some g[D]ood.
(Chorus)plus:
Lord we d[D]on't have our f[G]ist full of dol[D]lars, [G]
and we're [D]no southern ar[G]istocra[D]ts. [G]
Naw, we a[D]int got a l[G]ot but we've ea[D]rned what we g[G]ot,
and we couldn't d[G]o it much b[A]etter than th[D]at.
(Solo)Play verse chords over lead.
Verse 3:
[D] [G] [D] [G]
My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time,
takin' ca[D]re of the b[G]aby and m[D]e. [G]
And I'm pl[D]ayin' in the ba[G]rs tryin' to pa[D]y off the de[G]bts,
Lord this h[D]alf-acre di[G]dn't come ch[D]eap. [G]
And I co[D]me draggin' i[G]n three and f[D]our in the mo[G]rnin',
[D]smellin' like t[G]obacco and r[D]um. [G]
Still she wa[D]kes up to gr[G]eet me cause she lo[D]ves me comp[G]letley,
Says sh[D]e'[-]s [Dsus4]proud of the s[A]tar I've bec[D]ome.
(Chorus)plus:
Lord we do[D]n't have our f[G]ist full of dol[D]lars, [G]
and we're [D]no southern [G]aristocr[D]ats. [G]
Naw, we ai[D]nt got a l[G]ot but we've ear[D]ned what we g[G]ot,
and we couldn't d[G]o it much be[A]tter than th[D]at.
And I h[D]ope ole' Saint Pe[G]ter will ha[D]ve me, [G]
when they th[D]row my cauff[G]in in the ba[D]ck. [G]
When that he[D]rse rolls aw[G]ay I ho[D]pe all ya'll will s[G]ay,
he couldn't [G]do it much b[A]etter than t[D]hat,
He couldn't [G]do it much b[A]etter than t[D]hat,
He couldn't [G]do it much b[A]etter than t[D]hat.
"I saw him play this live, so it's correct."
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