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G _ _ _ _
D _ _ _ .
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G _ _
Am _
D It ain't New York City, _ _ and it ain't LA.
_ _ We ain't got no rooftop _ bars like they do on
G Broadway.
_
A _ _ It's just a
D little town square, middle of nowhere, ain't even big
G enough to be
D a map dot.
_ .
We ain't got a lot, but we sure do a lot with the
G little bit
D that we got.
_ _ .
We got a
G little something, something we can blow on
A out.
Find us somewhere
Bm that we can drink it while the moon's up high.
With
D your
G girl and your boys by a fire, making
D noise in a field on a Friday night.
We got some
G George Strait songs that we still love loud.
D Living it
Bm up till the sun comes back around.
D Who said there's
G nothing to do.
Who said there's nothing to do.
D Who said there's nothing to do.
And there's nothing to do
Em town.
A _ _
D _ _ _ .
_
G _ _
D _ _ Yeah, we're
G living.
A _ No, it
D ain't
G complicated.
_
D _ _ Don't knock it till you try it.
Yeah, you might not
G hate it.
D _ _ Around here we work and we play, cuss and we pray.
And at the end of a long, hard day.
_ _ .
We got a
G little something, something we can blow on out.
Am Find us
Bm somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high.
With
D your
G girl and your boys by a fire, making
D noise in a field on a Friday night.
We got some
G Preston Dunn songs that we still love loud.
D Living it
Bm up till the sun comes back around.
D Who said there's
G nothing to do.
Who said there's nothing to do.
D Who said there's nothing to do.
And there's nothing to do
G town.
_ _ _ _ .
_
D _ _
Bm _ _ _ _ _ .
It's
D _
G _ _ _ _ _ .
_
D _ _ _ _ _ just a little town square, middle of nowhere.
Ain't even big enough to be a map dot.
_ _ .
We ain't got a lot, but we sure do a lot with
A the little
G bit that
D we got.
_ _ .
We got a
G little something, something we can blow on out.
D Find us somewhere
Bm that we can drink it while the moon's up high.
D With your girl
G and your boys by a fire, making noise
D in a field on a Friday night.
_ .
We got some
G Tim McGraw songs that we
D still love loud.
Living it
Bm up till the sun comes back around.
Who said there's
G nothing to do.
Who said there's nothing to do.
D Who said there's nothing to do.
And there's nothing to do town.
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G _ _ _ _ _ .
_
A _ _
Bm _ My little nothing to do town.
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