Country Life Chords by Boondox

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_ _ _ I'm a country liar.
From Post Living, swigging whiskey and mescaline.
Swinging fly swatters, catching trails from that Gator Maze.
We on some other level country like a motherfucker.
Ask the way I'm living, shit they ain't no other motherfucker.
Give me mosquitoes and a moonlit night.
Give me a red dirt road and I'll be doing alright.
Sitting down by the river, bottled up red smear.
Double fisting Evan Williams, steady climbing heaven's hill.
This is what it's all about, I couldn't ask for nothing better.
Me, myself, I'm high, I'm fucked up, fly as a feather.
I hear them crickets chirping, I think I'll lay back and listen.
I got a light off in the water, but I ain't thinking about fishing.
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This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
_ _ _ _ _ This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
I like them bitches, talk that dirty south slang.
I like them bitches, they be walking, shake that dirty south fang.
That beat and pull up on that bone bread, chicken and collard greens.
Ham hocking bitches, sweet potatoes and red beans.
Wouldn't get a ass like that, I pissed off in that baby fast.
Sucking on a dog, a pepper, show claw in a booty crack.
They come up speaking slow like a_
Always sassy, kinda napped down with something to prove, yeah.
Y'all know them ones from Kentucky and Alabama.
Them swamps living, Cajun bitches straight out of Louisiana.
The Carolina, Georgia, Florida, even Mississippi.
Country girls with phato [F] asses, acting limit, see them [D] titties.
_ _ _ This _ _ _ is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, _ oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
Bustin' cars off in the yard, gitches booze and kiddies bars.
That's the way we live and drink our liquor straight up out the jar.
Moldin' wood, we blowin' smoke, poppin' pills until we choke.
One hundred, eight at roof, so wash it down, [F] and that's all [D] she wrote.
And if it kills me, bury me in red clay.
And let it all be catered by the whole country buffet.
Pass the whiskey bottle, drink it like you're full, girl.
And let the bitches dance their bucket, they get on my groove, girl.
This _ _ _ _ _ _ is the life for me.
This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, _ _ oh.
This is _ the life for me.
This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the life for me.
_ _ This _ _ is the life for me.
This is the life for me.
Niggas lost, kiddies bought, this is the [G] life for me.
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_ This is the life for me, nigga boss, titty boss, this is the [Dm] life for me.
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