If Thats Country Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9

GStraight out of NashviCadd9lle, here’s Gyour next big star Cadd9 Am

GHe don’t write the songs he sinCadd9gs, but he knows the words by heart.

GWears a cowboy Cadd9hat, and some tight blue jeans,

GAnd he struts around tCadd9he stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.

G Cadd9 Oh you gEmotta loCadd9ve him!

GHe looks like a sCadd9uper model, knowGs how to strike a poseCdad9 Am

GAnd he don’t mind the mCadd9ake up as long as no oneEm knows. Cadd9

GAnd he’s got that crooked grin,Cadd9 and talks wiGth a southern drawl, Cadd9 Am

GActs like Toby Cadd9Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraEmw Cadd9

 But ifD he’s country ill kissCadd9 your ass, G

 And tDhrow all my Willie Nelson records in Cadd9the trash. G

 He’s the same olDd shit in a slightly differCadd9ent bag, G D/F♯ Em

 But if he’s counDtry, well then country’s prettCadd9y bad. G Cadd9 Em Cadd9

GI don’t watch CMCadd9T

GNo that shit makes Cadd9me sick. Am

GAnd that ole Kenny Cadd9Chesney,

EmWhat a hypoCadd9crite.

GHell swear he’s Cadd9country

GBut he lives in the Caribbean.Cadd9 Am

GSings all about the islandCadd9s now,

 What happeEmned to the Tennessean? Cadd9

DAw if he’s couCadd9ntry ill kiss your ass G

 Throw all my DJohnny cash records in the trCadd9ash G

 He’s allD about image cause image Cadd9pays the bucks, G D/F♯ Em

 Aw but if he’s country, wDell then country really sucCadd9ks. G D/F♯ Em

 What happeDned to the outlaws? G

 Who werenCadd9’t afraid to cross the Dline? G

EmWhat haDppened to the workin man? G

 Who sang the truth abouCadd9t their troubled liveDs? G

Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9

G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Am G Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Em Cadd9

GI was raisCadd9ed in Georgia, in a onGe red light Cadd9town. Am

GAnd my daddy picked guiCadd9tar in every honky toEmnk around Cadd9

GAnd he taught me all the gooCadd9d stuff,

GThat solid countCadd9ry gold,Am but nGow I love it aCadd9ll from hip-hop to roEmck and roll Cadd9

 And if that Dain’t country, well I don’t give Cadd9a damn G

 My daddDy to be my own kinda manCadd9 G

 He said son youD don’t have to go along with the crCadd9owd aw G D/F♯ Em

 So if I ain’t CountDry then im pretty frikin prCadd9oud G D/F♯ Em

 Oh well I donCadd9’t need their labels anyhDow G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Cadd9 G Cadd9