Chords for Granger Smith - City Boy Stuck (Official Video) ft. Earl Dibbles Jr.

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[Ab] _ [F] _ [D] _ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [D] _
[G] _ [F] [D] I burned that dirt, hooked that road, plugged my lip with a fistful of skull.
12-gauge car, shift down low, bounce mud tars like a bass on a four.
Up ahead, something ain't right.
It ain't a deer and my case ain't light.
Oh sweet Jesus, a city boy's dead, slinging up mud.
So I started singing, hey!
[F] City [G] boy's stuck, he's worthless as [F] a one-point [Dm] buck.
He never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive, now he's spinning, spinning, spinning, [F] spinning, spinning them [D] tires.
Hey!
[F] City [G] boy's stuck, penny lovers didn't [F] write no [Dm] love, should've hung a [F] rope.
No, hell [G] no, not me.
[F] _ _ [G] I'm rolling on, rolling on, fighting [D] you.
[C] Back [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] and forth, the mud got bigger, did good dirt on his democrat sticker.
Caught in his mouth, getting all pissed, you should've bought a car that you don't plug in.
I got a shotgun, riding shotgun, no room to give him a lift.
I pulled over, pack a culling on his shoulder, and threw it in another ditch.
And yelled, hey!
[F] City [G] boy's stuck, he's worthless as a [F] one-point [D] buck.
He never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive, now he's spinning, spinning, spinning, [F] spinning them [D] tires.
Hey!
[F] City boy's [G] stuck, penny lovers didn't [F] write no [D] love, should've hung a [F] rope.
No, hell [G] no, not me.
[Dm] _ [G] I'm rolling on, rolling on, fighting you.
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[D] _ [C] _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
[D] _ [C] _ [A] _ [F] _ [D] _ Hey city boy, I'm Roll D.
Bush Jr.
I'm a country boy.
You're a long way from town to be running your mouth.
See those mud tires spinning like that?
That's why we use nothing but mud tires, 4x4.
You got your hard slick back and your skinny jeans, collar popped up and your car's hitty-bitty.
Better turn around and go back to the city.
Hey hey!
[D] Woah, [C] woah, [G] woah.
You can pop that [Gm] clutch, you can pop that [D] collar.
[C] Woah, woah, [G] woah.
I'ma pop this [Gm] top, while I [D] holler.
Woah, [C] woah, [Bm] woah.
You can pop that [Bb] clutch, you can pop that [D] collar.
Woah, [F] woah, woah.
[G] I'ma pop this top, [D] while I holler.
Hey!
[F] City boy's [G] stuck, he's worthless as a [F] one-point [D] buck.
Never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive that was spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning [F] them [D] tires.
Hey!
[F] City boy's [G] stuck, many lovers didn't [F] find no [D] love.
Should I throw him a [F] rope?
No, hell [G] no, not [Dm] me.
[Am] _ [F] [G] I'm rolling on, rolling on, fighting [D] you.
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_ [F] _ [D] _ _ He don't put a good dip in, don't crack a cord, don't fix a tree, don't road stuff, don't shoot the gun.
Barbed wire, cash, no gun, he can go all the way around.
[Ab] He he!
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