Chords for Earl Dibbles Jr - Country Boy (Part 2)
Tempo:
87.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
B
G
E
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm an all-devils junior.
I'm a country boy.
Hard worker, survivor.
All country boys do things every day.
[N] Things that work hard.
Things that people should respect in the cities.
The things I do are like make a brush pile,
dig the hole,
find the arrowhead,
fix a fence,
fill the feeder,
[D] blow stuff up,
drive the tractor,
[B] [N]
lock the gate,
hunt for bucks,
[G] set the trap,
[N]
put a good dip in,
crack a cold one.
What kind of dip?
As long as it's in my lip and it ain't patches.
Patches is for city boys.
The higher up, closer to [E] God.
Higher the truck, closer to heaven.
We come over that hill, that four-low, I go
Pull [Ebm] it back up, pull it back, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse and then flail!
That thing pull forward.
Boy, we all shout out seats.
I'm like buckle up boys.
It's gonna be good.
Pull over that hill and spin it real hard.
That thing's going
[N] We come up on the porch, boy, get our stuff set like that, crack that cold one, spray it.
It's like having a little God just sprayed in your face.
That's what it's about probably about six, six or seven like I'm like, oh boy, I'm gonna take my gun.
I got a high-fizzed for white tail, eight feet tall.
Ain't nobody can get through there.
Get that thing repped.
Whap!
Like that.
Pull that thing up.
Get on there, get my [D] hand, pull like that.
Got that knocked crawler down there.
Set the hook!
Woo!
Whap!
Boy, I threw the port, that line is going
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
All the way out, I see that line, I'm almost done.
Whap!
[N] You can get Skull, Copenhagen, Wolf, it don't matter.
If it's black, good.
Boy, that back tire kick out like that, boy I kick it down like that, I turn sideways like that.
Boy, I turn on that thing like that.
I'm like Fred get that thing down.
Boy, pull that thing down.
He didn't listen, boy.
That thing just turn and go over.
Boy, a cold one going over, dip going over.
I'm like, Fred, you ruined the whole summer.
I'm a country boy.
Hard worker, survivor.
All country boys do things every day.
[N] Things that work hard.
Things that people should respect in the cities.
The things I do are like make a brush pile,
dig the hole,
find the arrowhead,
fix a fence,
fill the feeder,
[D] blow stuff up,
drive the tractor,
[B] [N]
lock the gate,
hunt for bucks,
[G] set the trap,
[N]
put a good dip in,
crack a cold one.
What kind of dip?
As long as it's in my lip and it ain't patches.
Patches is for city boys.
The higher up, closer to [E] God.
Higher the truck, closer to heaven.
We come over that hill, that four-low, I go
Pull [Ebm] it back up, pull it back, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse and then flail!
That thing pull forward.
Boy, we all shout out seats.
I'm like buckle up boys.
It's gonna be good.
Pull over that hill and spin it real hard.
That thing's going
[N] We come up on the porch, boy, get our stuff set like that, crack that cold one, spray it.
It's like having a little God just sprayed in your face.
That's what it's about probably about six, six or seven like I'm like, oh boy, I'm gonna take my gun.
I got a high-fizzed for white tail, eight feet tall.
Ain't nobody can get through there.
Get that thing repped.
Whap!
Like that.
Pull that thing up.
Get on there, get my [D] hand, pull like that.
Got that knocked crawler down there.
Set the hook!
Woo!
Whap!
Boy, I threw the port, that line is going
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
All the way out, I see that line, I'm almost done.
Whap!
[N] You can get Skull, Copenhagen, Wolf, it don't matter.
If it's black, good.
Boy, that back tire kick out like that, boy I kick it down like that, I turn sideways like that.
Boy, I turn on that thing like that.
I'm like Fred get that thing down.
Boy, pull that thing down.
He didn't listen, boy.
That thing just turn and go over.
Boy, a cold one going over, dip going over.
I'm like, Fred, you ruined the whole summer.
Key:
D
B
G
E
Ebm
D
B
G
I'm an all-devils junior.
I'm a country boy.
Hard worker, survivor.
All country boys do things every day.
[N] Things that work hard.
Things that people should respect in the cities.
The things I do are like make a brush pile, _ _ _ _
dig the hole, _ _ _ _ _
find the arrowhead, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
fix a fence, _ _ _ _ _
fill the feeder, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] blow stuff up,
drive the tractor, _ _
[B] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
lock the gate, _ _ _ _ _
hunt for bucks,
_ [G] set the trap,
_ [N]
put a good dip in, _ _ _ _ _
crack a cold one. _ _ _ _ _
_ What kind of dip?
As long as it's in my lip and it ain't patches.
Patches is for city boys.
The higher up, closer to [E] God.
Higher the truck, closer to heaven.
We come over that hill, that four-low, I go
Pull [Ebm] it back up, pull it back, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse and then flail!
That thing pull forward.
Boy, we all shout out seats.
I'm like buckle up boys.
It's gonna be good.
Pull over that hill and spin it real hard.
That thing's going
[N] _ _ We come up on the porch, boy, get our stuff set like that, crack that cold one, spray it.
It's like having a little God just sprayed in your face.
That's what it's about probably about six, six or seven like I'm like, oh boy, I'm gonna take my gun.
I got a high-fizzed for white tail, eight feet tall.
Ain't nobody can get through there.
Get that thing repped.
Whap!
Like that.
Pull that thing up.
Get on there, get my [D] hand, pull like that.
Got that knocked crawler down there.
Set the hook!
Woo!
Whap!
Boy, I threw the port, that line is going
_ Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
All the way out, I see that line, I'm almost done.
Whap!
[N] You can get Skull, Copenhagen, Wolf, it don't matter.
If it's black, good.
Boy, that back tire kick out like that, boy I kick it down like that, I turn sideways like that.
Boy, I turn on that thing like that.
I'm like Fred get that thing down.
Boy, pull that thing down.
He didn't listen, boy.
That thing just turn and go over.
Boy, a cold one going over, dip going over.
I'm like, Fred, you ruined the whole summer. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a country boy.
Hard worker, survivor.
All country boys do things every day.
[N] Things that work hard.
Things that people should respect in the cities.
The things I do are like make a brush pile, _ _ _ _
dig the hole, _ _ _ _ _
find the arrowhead, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
fix a fence, _ _ _ _ _
fill the feeder, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] blow stuff up,
drive the tractor, _ _
[B] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
lock the gate, _ _ _ _ _
hunt for bucks,
_ [G] set the trap,
_ [N]
put a good dip in, _ _ _ _ _
crack a cold one. _ _ _ _ _
_ What kind of dip?
As long as it's in my lip and it ain't patches.
Patches is for city boys.
The higher up, closer to [E] God.
Higher the truck, closer to heaven.
We come over that hill, that four-low, I go
Pull [Ebm] it back up, pull it back, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse, hit it drive, hit it reverse and then flail!
That thing pull forward.
Boy, we all shout out seats.
I'm like buckle up boys.
It's gonna be good.
Pull over that hill and spin it real hard.
That thing's going
[N] _ _ We come up on the porch, boy, get our stuff set like that, crack that cold one, spray it.
It's like having a little God just sprayed in your face.
That's what it's about probably about six, six or seven like I'm like, oh boy, I'm gonna take my gun.
I got a high-fizzed for white tail, eight feet tall.
Ain't nobody can get through there.
Get that thing repped.
Whap!
Like that.
Pull that thing up.
Get on there, get my [D] hand, pull like that.
Got that knocked crawler down there.
Set the hook!
Woo!
Whap!
Boy, I threw the port, that line is going
_ Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
All the way out, I see that line, I'm almost done.
Whap!
[N] You can get Skull, Copenhagen, Wolf, it don't matter.
If it's black, good.
Boy, that back tire kick out like that, boy I kick it down like that, I turn sideways like that.
Boy, I turn on that thing like that.
I'm like Fred get that thing down.
Boy, pull that thing down.
He didn't listen, boy.
That thing just turn and go over.
Boy, a cold one going over, dip going over.
I'm like, Fred, you ruined the whole summer. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _