Chords for SMO - Kickin' It In Tennessee

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_ _ _ Hey, it's a party over here.
Bring your people to the other
Bring your people to the other
Bring your people to the other side.
You might want to bring
side.
You might want to bring your other ride.
If you want to learn you something about the simple
Southern country boy out of Tennessee,
hit me up on [Eb] MySpace.
If you [F] want to get in [Cm] me right around the corner,
there's a perfect place for you and me.
We all call it home, but you can call it Tennessee.
Rolling on them back roads, [F] blowing [Cm] vines.
Sipping on that [F] moonshine all [C] the time.
Party in the backyard, [Fm] yours or [C] mine.
Either way, [F] we just kicking [Cm] it in Tennessee.
Rolling on them back roads, [F] blowing [Cm] vines.
Sipping on that [Eb] moonshine all [F] the time.
[Cm] Party in the [C] backyard, [F] yours or [C] mine.
Either way, [Bb] we just kicking [Cm] it in Tennessee.
Now if you can't shoot it, race it,
sleep with it or eat it down here in Middle Tennessee,
[Eb] you just [F] don't need it.
[C] Grab it, trap it, one [Cm] twelve gauge in the other hand.
And if you don't love this country boy, find another man.
Need me a minty and thoroughbred chick
that can eat a Granny Smith apple through a picket fence.
Make me dream about it, won't quit.
For days, she's fine as I throw [Gm] hair split.
[Cm] Always fresh cut like a hay field, know what I mean?
Have you ever seen a country boy so damn clean?
John Deere tracks a four-wheeler or a backhoe.
Working on the bar, more rolling down the back road.
Looking for a country gal with a [Dm] lot of street [Cm] smarts.
Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Walmart.
Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea.
Baby girl, let's go carve [Gm] our initials [Cm] in a tree.
Then we're rolling on them back roads,
[F] blowing pines, [C] sipping on that [E] moonshine all [F] the time.
[C] Party in the backyard, yours [F] or [C] mine.
Either way, [F] we just kicking [Cm] it in Tennessee.
Rolling on them back roads,
[F] blowing pines, [Cm] sipping on that moonshine all [F] the time.
[C] Party in the backyard, yours [Fm] or [C] mine.
Either way, [G] we just kicking [Cm] it in Tennessee.
Big ass pipe, boy, boss of the dirt roads.
Fruit wine and Snicky, I can get it by the truckloads.
Sipping on fire water, smoking [F] on a hog [Cm] leg.
Rubbing on a Southern male, chewing on a frog leg.
About a hundred youngins at the barbecue [Bb] at [Cm] noontime.
After the sun [Eb] set, it's straight [F] to the [Cm] moonshine.
Single barrel, shoddy fishing pole [Fm] and a coon [Cm] hound.
Capable of turning [Gm] any city to [Cm] a boomtown.
Smooth Tennessee, get a type that you love to hate.
Slick as goat skin, [Eb] tough as $2 [F] [Cm] beefsteak.
Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothesline.
I be taking care of [F] things, tell me [C] when it's go time.
Better come [Cm] crank when you step on my grass.
Let your mouth write a check that [Eb] your ass [Cm] can't cash.
Round up a hundred honkies with just one whistle.
With a buzz like that, I don't even need a pistol.
Rolling on them back roads,
blowing [F] pines, [Cm] sipping on that [G] moonshine all [C] the time.
Party in the backyard, yours [F] or [C] mine.
Either way, we [F] just kicking [Cm] it in Tennessee.
Rolling on them back roads,
blowing pines, sipping on that moonshine all [C] the time.
Party in the backyard, yours [Cm] or mine.
Either way, we just kicking it in Tennessee. _
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