Chords for Brantley Gilbert GRITS

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_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] I [E] had a buddy come down right last [A] July, call me when he crossed the Mason [Em]-Dexter line,
said he was headed down [D] south and looking for a real good time.
[A] I [E] said, man, come on, [Gm] I got a place [D] in mind, we pulled up at a bar [A] right off the Georgia
[E] line.
Walked in, [G] man, his eyes got wide, [A] and when
his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile.
[D] _ _ He [G] said, man, we got some pretty women up north, [A] but I ain't never seen nothing like
this.
I [G] said, man, this here ain't ordinary women,
[A] we call [G] these grits.
[E] She's a proud of being raised in the country,
[D] she knows the roots and works hard for [A] money.
A southern drive with dark tan legs, [G] ain't
nothing like a [A] woman's southern barley bread.
Now [E] she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord
of Death, [G] hacked an innocent playing hawk again.
[D] With a girl sitting out in the middle of town, [A] [A] grits, man, a girl raised in the [E] south.
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[D] _ _ [A] _ [E] He sat down at the bar [G] and had a couple [D] drinks, breaking his neck, [A] just stopping to sing.
[E] It wasn't long before he had [G] my attention, [D] pointed towards the door.
_ [A] _ [E] He started crawling [G] as he ran in [D] the booth, short skirt and a t-shirt, [A] didn't have much
to use, [E] walked right [G] to the jukebox and [A] fired it up.
_ _ [G] She had her ribbed head turned and boys eyes was burning [A] as she made her way out to the
floor.
[D] Had the jealous girls looking on saying she
ain't nothing [A] but a, oh my God, [G] she just broke it down low.
[E] Proud of being raised in the country, [D] she knows the roots and works hard for money.
[A] Southern drive with dark tan legs, [G] ain't nothing like a [A] woman's southern barley bread.
Now [E] she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord of Death, [G] hacked an innocent playing hawk again.
[D] With a girl sitting out in the middle of town, [A] grits, man, a girl raised in the [E] south.
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[D] _ _ [A] _ [E] She's proud of being raised in the [D] country, she knows the roots and works hard for [A] money.
Southern drive with dark tan legs, [G] ain't nothing [Am] like a woman's southern [G] barley bread.
Now [E] she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord of Death, [G] hacked an innocent playing hawk again.
[D] With a girl sitting out in the middle of town, [A] grits, man, a girl raised in the south.
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