Chords for *COREY SMITH - IF THATS COUNTRY*W/ LYRICS!!
Tempo:
108.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [Am]
[G] [E] [Em]
[G] Straight [G] out of Nashville, here's your next big star.
He don't write the songs [E] he sings, but he knows the words [E] by [G] heart.
[A] Wears a cowboy hat and [Am] some tight blue [G] jeans, and he struts around [E] the stage like he's the
coolest thing you've ever [G] seen.
[E] Oh, you [C] gotta love [E] him.
[G] He looks [A] like a supermodel, knows how to strike a pose, and he don't mind [E] the makeup [A] as long
as no [E] one [G] knows.
He's got [A] that crooked grin and talks with a southern drawl.
Acts like Toby [B] Keith, but sounds a lot [G] like Tim McGraw.
[A] But if he's country, [G] I'll kiss your ass and throw all my Willie Nelson [Gm] records in the trash.
[A]
[D] He's the same old shit in a slightly [G] different [E] bag.
Oh, yeah, [D] but if he's country, well, [G] then country's pretty bad.
[A]
[G] I don't watch C&T, and all that shit makes me sick.
[A] And that old Kenny Chesney, what a [G] hypocrite.
He'll [A] swear he's country, but lives in the Caribbean.
[G] Sings [A] all about the islands now and what happened to [C] the Tennessean.
[D] Oh, if he's [G] country, I'll kiss your ass [D] and throw all my [C] Johnny Cash records [G] in the trash.
[D] He's all about image, because image pays the bucks.
[Em] Oh, [D] but if he's country, [C] well, then [G] country really sucks.
[Em] [D] What happened to [G] the outlaws [C] who weren't [D] afraid to cross [G] the line?
[Em] [D] What happened [G] to the working men who [C] sang the truth [F#] about their [G] troubled lives?
[C] [G] [Am]
[G] [C]
[G] [Gm]
[G] [Em] [C]
[G] [A] I was raised in Georgia, and no one read [G] Lighttown.
And my [Cm] daddy picked [E] guitar in every [C] honky-tonk around.
[G] And he taught [A] me all the good stuff that's on it [Gm] country gold.
[C] But now I love [E] it all from hip [G]-hop to rock and roll.
[D] And if I ain't country, well, [G] I don't give a damn.
[D] My daddy taught me [C] to be my [G] own kind of man.
He [D] said, son, [C] you don't have to go [D] along with the crowd.
[Em] Oh, so if I [E] ain't country, [C] well, I'm pretty frickin' proud.
[Em] Oh, [C] I don't need their [Gm] labels anyhow.
[G]
Woo!
[G] [E] [Em]
[G] Straight [G] out of Nashville, here's your next big star.
He don't write the songs [E] he sings, but he knows the words [E] by [G] heart.
[A] Wears a cowboy hat and [Am] some tight blue [G] jeans, and he struts around [E] the stage like he's the
coolest thing you've ever [G] seen.
[E] Oh, you [C] gotta love [E] him.
[G] He looks [A] like a supermodel, knows how to strike a pose, and he don't mind [E] the makeup [A] as long
as no [E] one [G] knows.
He's got [A] that crooked grin and talks with a southern drawl.
Acts like Toby [B] Keith, but sounds a lot [G] like Tim McGraw.
[A] But if he's country, [G] I'll kiss your ass and throw all my Willie Nelson [Gm] records in the trash.
[A]
[D] He's the same old shit in a slightly [G] different [E] bag.
Oh, yeah, [D] but if he's country, well, [G] then country's pretty bad.
[A]
[G] I don't watch C&T, and all that shit makes me sick.
[A] And that old Kenny Chesney, what a [G] hypocrite.
He'll [A] swear he's country, but lives in the Caribbean.
[G] Sings [A] all about the islands now and what happened to [C] the Tennessean.
[D] Oh, if he's [G] country, I'll kiss your ass [D] and throw all my [C] Johnny Cash records [G] in the trash.
[D] He's all about image, because image pays the bucks.
[Em] Oh, [D] but if he's country, [C] well, then [G] country really sucks.
[Em] [D] What happened to [G] the outlaws [C] who weren't [D] afraid to cross [G] the line?
[Em] [D] What happened [G] to the working men who [C] sang the truth [F#] about their [G] troubled lives?
[C] [G] [Am]
[G] [C]
[G] [Gm]
[G] [Em] [C]
[G] [A] I was raised in Georgia, and no one read [G] Lighttown.
And my [Cm] daddy picked [E] guitar in every [C] honky-tonk around.
[G] And he taught [A] me all the good stuff that's on it [Gm] country gold.
[C] But now I love [E] it all from hip [G]-hop to rock and roll.
[D] And if I ain't country, well, [G] I don't give a damn.
[D] My daddy taught me [C] to be my [G] own kind of man.
He [D] said, son, [C] you don't have to go [D] along with the crowd.
[Em] Oh, so if I [E] ain't country, [C] well, I'm pretty frickin' proud.
[Em] Oh, [C] I don't need their [Gm] labels anyhow.
[G]
Woo!
Key:
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ Straight [G] out of Nashville, here's your next big star.
He don't write the songs [E] he sings, but he knows the words [E] by [G] heart.
[A] Wears a cowboy hat and [Am] some tight blue [G] jeans, and he struts around [E] the stage like he's the
coolest thing you've ever [G] seen.
_ _ [E] Oh, you [C] gotta love [E] him.
_ [G] He looks [A] like a supermodel, knows how to strike a pose, and he don't mind [E] the makeup [A] as long
as no [E] one [G] knows.
He's got [A] that crooked grin and talks with a southern drawl.
Acts like Toby [B] Keith, but sounds a lot [G] like Tim McGraw.
[A] But if he's country, [G] I'll kiss your ass and throw all my Willie Nelson [Gm] records in the trash.
[A] _ _
[D] He's the same old shit in a slightly [G] different [E] bag.
Oh, yeah, [D] but if he's country, well, [G] then country's pretty bad.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I don't watch C&T, and all that shit makes me sick.
[A] And that old Kenny Chesney, what a _ [G] hypocrite.
He'll [A] swear he's country, but lives in the Caribbean.
[G] Sings [A] all about the islands now and what happened to [C] the Tennessean.
[D] _ Oh, if he's [G] country, I'll kiss your ass [D] and throw all my [C] Johnny Cash records [G] in the trash.
[D] He's all about image, because image pays the bucks.
[Em] Oh, [D] but if he's country, [C] well, then [G] country really sucks.
_ [Em] _ [D] What happened to [G] the outlaws [C] who weren't [D] afraid to cross [G] the line?
_ _ [Em] _ [D] What happened [G] to the working men who [C] sang the truth [F#] about their [G] troubled lives?
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] I was raised in Georgia, and no one read [G] Lighttown.
And my [Cm] daddy picked [E] guitar in every [C] honky-tonk around.
[G] And he taught [A] me all the good stuff that's on it [Gm] country gold.
[C] But now I love [E] it all from hip [G]-hop to rock and roll.
[D] And if I ain't country, well, [G] I don't give a damn.
_ [D] My daddy taught me [C] to be my [G] own kind of man.
He [D] said, son, [C] you don't have to go [D] along with the crowd.
[Em] Oh, so if I [E] ain't country, [C] well, I'm pretty frickin' proud.
[Em] Oh, [C] I don't need their [Gm] labels anyhow.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Woo! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ Straight [G] out of Nashville, here's your next big star.
He don't write the songs [E] he sings, but he knows the words [E] by [G] heart.
[A] Wears a cowboy hat and [Am] some tight blue [G] jeans, and he struts around [E] the stage like he's the
coolest thing you've ever [G] seen.
_ _ [E] Oh, you [C] gotta love [E] him.
_ [G] He looks [A] like a supermodel, knows how to strike a pose, and he don't mind [E] the makeup [A] as long
as no [E] one [G] knows.
He's got [A] that crooked grin and talks with a southern drawl.
Acts like Toby [B] Keith, but sounds a lot [G] like Tim McGraw.
[A] But if he's country, [G] I'll kiss your ass and throw all my Willie Nelson [Gm] records in the trash.
[A] _ _
[D] He's the same old shit in a slightly [G] different [E] bag.
Oh, yeah, [D] but if he's country, well, [G] then country's pretty bad.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I don't watch C&T, and all that shit makes me sick.
[A] And that old Kenny Chesney, what a _ [G] hypocrite.
He'll [A] swear he's country, but lives in the Caribbean.
[G] Sings [A] all about the islands now and what happened to [C] the Tennessean.
[D] _ Oh, if he's [G] country, I'll kiss your ass [D] and throw all my [C] Johnny Cash records [G] in the trash.
[D] He's all about image, because image pays the bucks.
[Em] Oh, [D] but if he's country, [C] well, then [G] country really sucks.
_ [Em] _ [D] What happened to [G] the outlaws [C] who weren't [D] afraid to cross [G] the line?
_ _ [Em] _ [D] What happened [G] to the working men who [C] sang the truth [F#] about their [G] troubled lives?
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] I was raised in Georgia, and no one read [G] Lighttown.
And my [Cm] daddy picked [E] guitar in every [C] honky-tonk around.
[G] And he taught [A] me all the good stuff that's on it [Gm] country gold.
[C] But now I love [E] it all from hip [G]-hop to rock and roll.
[D] And if I ain't country, well, [G] I don't give a damn.
_ [D] My daddy taught me [C] to be my [G] own kind of man.
He [D] said, son, [C] you don't have to go [D] along with the crowd.
[Em] Oh, so if I [E] ain't country, [C] well, I'm pretty frickin' proud.
[Em] Oh, [C] I don't need their [Gm] labels anyhow.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Woo! _ _ _ _ _ _
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