Chords for Mud Digger- Country Boes (feat. Redneck Souljers & J Rosevelt)(Mud Digger Vol.5)
Tempo:
59.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I build me up a house of cards just so I can knock em down
You lookin for them city boys won't find them cause they not [E] around
Not in my town, not in my state, [Abm] not in the south, not any
Got 4 girls on 4 wheelers took 4 shots of whiskey
Chevy trucks we drive em, motorcycles we lock em
Ask Big Johnny for front lawns and bonfires we all knock em
[E] We chill back till we fall down, stay passed out [Abm] till we get up
Got 2 girls there hit 2 pick up in the sticks with a gallon full of hiccups
Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
Beer cans off in the yard, liquor bottles in southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar
Let me tell you what we [E] bout, we gettin down under the [Abm] stars
Kickin pigs and startin cars
Sittin round like fools, poppin bras and playin cards
Tars and the pines are at the bar
Going Jeff, Jerry and all them idles broke my damn guitar
See [E] Hub went woo, Ric Flair, the power's in his hair
Not Mr.
T [Abm] but like Booker T when I'm flying through the air Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
[E] We some Country [Abm] Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
I like my chicken fried with them candy yams
And my cornbread with that hot sauce
And them beer kegs at them house parties
In the boondocks by them pine [E] straws
Got trucks parked up in the driveway
[Abm] With that loud bass until the cops call
When they get there we go turn it down
But turn it right back up when the cops call
Okay, I'm in the town, so I be coming around
Like I'm a stick in the mine, whatever kind
Whatever you can define, when I'm sippin the moonshine
I'm so crunched that I can't even drive
I'm so crunched that I can't [E] even drive
But a country [Abm] boy never seems scared
Fat Tarrant, true with that chair
And I'm a go macho man, ready savage
Yeah, Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
Here's me some Country Boys
Give em the people's elbow, we don't tell no lies
We ain't just some country boys, if you know that we can survive
[E] [Abm]
You lookin for them city boys won't find them cause they not [E] around
Not in my town, not in my state, [Abm] not in the south, not any
Got 4 girls on 4 wheelers took 4 shots of whiskey
Chevy trucks we drive em, motorcycles we lock em
Ask Big Johnny for front lawns and bonfires we all knock em
[E] We chill back till we fall down, stay passed out [Abm] till we get up
Got 2 girls there hit 2 pick up in the sticks with a gallon full of hiccups
Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
Beer cans off in the yard, liquor bottles in southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar
Let me tell you what we [E] bout, we gettin down under the [Abm] stars
Kickin pigs and startin cars
Sittin round like fools, poppin bras and playin cards
Tars and the pines are at the bar
Going Jeff, Jerry and all them idles broke my damn guitar
See [E] Hub went woo, Ric Flair, the power's in his hair
Not Mr.
T [Abm] but like Booker T when I'm flying through the air Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
[E] We some Country [Abm] Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
I like my chicken fried with them candy yams
And my cornbread with that hot sauce
And them beer kegs at them house parties
In the boondocks by them pine [E] straws
Got trucks parked up in the driveway
[Abm] With that loud bass until the cops call
When they get there we go turn it down
But turn it right back up when the cops call
Okay, I'm in the town, so I be coming around
Like I'm a stick in the mine, whatever kind
Whatever you can define, when I'm sippin the moonshine
I'm so crunched that I can't even drive
I'm so crunched that I can't [E] even drive
But a country [Abm] boy never seems scared
Fat Tarrant, true with that chair
And I'm a go macho man, ready savage
Yeah, Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
Here's me some Country Boys
Give em the people's elbow, we don't tell no lies
We ain't just some country boys, if you know that we can survive
[E] [Abm]
Key:
E
Abm
E
Abm
E
Abm
E
Abm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I build me up a house of cards just so I can knock em down
You lookin for them city boys won't find them cause they not [E] around
Not in my town, not in my state, [Abm] not in the south, not any
Got 4 girls on 4 wheelers took 4 shots of whiskey
Chevy trucks we drive em, motorcycles we lock em
Ask Big Johnny for front lawns and bonfires we all knock em
[E] We chill back till we fall down, stay passed out [Abm] till we get up
Got 2 girls there hit 2 pick up in the sticks with a gallon full of hiccups
_ Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive _ _ _ _ _ _
Beer cans off in the yard, liquor bottles in southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar
Let me tell you what we [E] bout, we gettin down under the [Abm] stars
Kickin pigs and startin cars
Sittin round like fools, poppin bras and playin cards
Tars and the pines are at the bar
Going Jeff, Jerry and all them idles broke my damn guitar
See [E] Hub went woo, Ric Flair, the power's in his hair
Not Mr.
T [Abm] but like Booker T when I'm flying through the air Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
[E] We some Country [Abm] Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
I _ _ _ _ like my chicken fried with them candy yams
And my cornbread with that hot sauce
And them beer kegs at them house parties
In the boondocks by them pine [E] straws
Got trucks parked up in the driveway
[Abm] With that loud bass until the cops call
When they get there we go turn it down
But turn it right back up when the cops call
Okay, I'm in the town, so I be coming around
Like I'm a stick in the mine, whatever kind
Whatever you can define, when I'm sippin the moonshine
I'm so crunched that I can't even drive
I'm so crunched that I can't [E] even drive
But a country [Abm] boy never seems scared
Fat Tarrant, true with that chair
And I'm a go macho man, ready savage
Yeah, Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
Here's me some Country Boys
Give em the people's elbow, we don't tell no lies
We ain't just some country boys, if you know that we can survive _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I build me up a house of cards just so I can knock em down
You lookin for them city boys won't find them cause they not [E] around
Not in my town, not in my state, [Abm] not in the south, not any
Got 4 girls on 4 wheelers took 4 shots of whiskey
Chevy trucks we drive em, motorcycles we lock em
Ask Big Johnny for front lawns and bonfires we all knock em
[E] We chill back till we fall down, stay passed out [Abm] till we get up
Got 2 girls there hit 2 pick up in the sticks with a gallon full of hiccups
_ Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive _ _ _ _ _ _
Beer cans off in the yard, liquor bottles in southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar
Let me tell you what we [E] bout, we gettin down under the [Abm] stars
Kickin pigs and startin cars
Sittin round like fools, poppin bras and playin cards
Tars and the pines are at the bar
Going Jeff, Jerry and all them idles broke my damn guitar
See [E] Hub went woo, Ric Flair, the power's in his hair
Not Mr.
T [Abm] but like Booker T when I'm flying through the air Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
[E] We some Country [Abm] Boys
Give all the people a sailboat, we don't tell no lies
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
I _ _ _ _ like my chicken fried with them candy yams
And my cornbread with that hot sauce
And them beer kegs at them house parties
In the boondocks by them pine [E] straws
Got trucks parked up in the driveway
[Abm] With that loud bass until the cops call
When they get there we go turn it down
But turn it right back up when the cops call
Okay, I'm in the town, so I be coming around
Like I'm a stick in the mine, whatever kind
Whatever you can define, when I'm sippin the moonshine
I'm so crunched that I can't even drive
I'm so crunched that I can't [E] even drive
But a country [Abm] boy never seems scared
Fat Tarrant, true with that chair
And I'm a go macho man, ready savage
Yeah, Country Boys
I hit you with a chair, going buck wild on em
Hell gonna self power bomb you through the stairs
Here's me some Country Boys
Give em the people's elbow, we don't tell no lies
We ain't just some country boys, if you know that we can survive _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _