Chords for The Lacs - "City Boy’s Nightmare" (Feat. Nate Kenyon)

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_ _ _ Well guys, it looks like your [F#] friend's gonna be okay.
_ By okay I mean he's gonna live. _
But he's sustained some head injuries [A#] and for some reason he flunks us from New York [D] City.
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_ _ _ [C] _ [G] Got long legs, little things I love a lot.
You can kick it off of my fishing pole or my hunting dog, his name is Blue.
Like my collar or a butt like can, he's a red nose I'm a redneck, we make damn good friends.
Highly simple man, skin of style, free as a bird.
No my sweet home ain't Alabama but I damn sure be [D] keeping turn in these big wheels.
Carry me home to see my kin on that county line and them double Y's down where that river bend.
We don't push us on, rust on, mud on, [C] everything.
Blue Spear John Deere, this what we give a [G] dang by the way out.
In the middle of [C] nowhere, living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare.
Whoa, _ _ oh, [C] oh, oh, yeah.
Living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare. _ _
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, _ _ [C] yeah.
Living the [G] dream in a city boy's nightmare.
Keep feeling down so I call my boys for a little pick me [C] up.
Moonshine jokes in the back of the truck, I [B] feel it with my dixie [G] cup.
Carry it up, you know what's up.
To see if we can hit that [C] rug, you know mug.
That's it, Joe, to see if we can get it [G] stuck.
I ain't backing up, [N] baby, I'm going out of the way.
Mud is [G] slinging, folks are singing, call it Vidnick Holiday.
We don't push us on, rust on, mud on, everything.
Blue Spear John Deere, this what we give a dang by the way out.
In the middle of [C] nowhere, living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, [C] yeah.
Living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Whoa, oh, [C] oh, oh, yeah.
Living the [G] dream in a city boy's nightmare.
City boy cry when the path went right.
Little bit different than the national [C] lights.
Tobacco was right.
Same from the place, but we only see snakes when the grass gets [G] hot.
Here, get a cold beer.
Little shindig, redneck, don't can't stop, hit the [C] brochure.
Listen here, now you know, boy, we will get stuck.
We gonna dance with you in the [D] low gear.
When there ain't no hope, man, [Bm] you just gotta know some folks ain't country.
_ [C#] Nobody gonna [G] look at me funny when I still live here and I got a little money.
We just don't rust on mud on everything.
[C] Blue spirit, John Deere.
This will [G] be giving things by the way out.
In the middle of [C] nowhere, living the dream in a city boy's nightmare.
[G] _ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
[C] _ Living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, _ [C] yeah.
Living the dream in a city [G] boy's nightmare. _ _
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_ [G] City boy's nightmare. _
Don't rust on mud [C] on everything.
Blue spirit, John Deere.
This will be giving [G] things by the way out.
In the middle of nowhere, [C] _ living the dream in a city [G] boy's nightmare. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ Living the dream in a city boy's [G] nightmare. _ _
_ _ Whoa, oh, oh, [C] oh, yeah.
Living the dream [B] in a city boy's nightmare. _ _ _
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