Chords for Granger Smith - CITY BOY STUCK feat. Earl Dibbles Jr (audio)

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[C] _ _ [F] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _
_ [D] _ [G] _ [F] [D] I burned that dirt, hooked that road, hooked my lip with a fistful of soul.
12-gauge car, shift down low, bounce mud tars like a bass on a four.
Up ahead, something ain't right.
It ain't a deer in my KC lights.
Oh sweet Jesus, the city boy plays, slinging up mud.
So I started singing, hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
He's worth us as a [F] one-point [Dm] buff.
He never heard of [F] a four-wheel [G] drive down
spinny, spinny, spinny, [Ab] spinny, spinny, [F] spinny, damn [D] tires.
Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
City lovers didn't bring no [F] love, [D] should've sold them a rope.
[F] No, hell no, [G] not me.
_ [Dm] _
[G] I'm rolling on, rolling on, fighting.
[D] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] Back and forth, the mud got thicker.
Kicked good dirt on his democrat sticker.
But in his mouth, getting all pissed.
You should've bought a car that you don't bug in.
I got a shotgun, riding shotgun, no room to give it a lift.
I pulled over, back and caught on his shoulder, and threw it in another dip.
And yelled, hey!
[F] City boy stuff!
[G] He's worth us as a one [F]-point [D] buff.
He never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive down
spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny, [F] spinny, damn tires.
[D] Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
City lovers didn't [F] bring no [D] love, should've sold them a [F] rope.
No, hell [G] no, not me.
[Dm] _ _ [G] I'm rolling on, rolling on, fighting. _ _
[F] _ [C] _ [Bb] _ [G] _ [F] _ [C] _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
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[C] _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ [D] _
[C] _ [G] _ _ [F] _ [D] _ Hey, city boy, I'm Ronald Dickles Jr.
I'm a country boy.
You're a long way from town to be running your mouth.
See those smooth tires spinning like that?
That's why we use nothing but mud tires, 4x4.
You got your hard slick back and your skinny jeans, collar popped up and your car's itty-bitty.
Better turn around and go back to the city.
[Dm] [D] You _
[C] _ [G] can pop that [Gm] clutch, you can pop [D] that collar. _
_ [C] _ [G] I'ma pop this [Gm] top while I [D] holler.
_ [C] _ [Bm] You can pop that clutch, you [Bb] can pop [D] that collar.
_ _ [C] _ [F] [G] I'ma pop this top [D] while I holler.
Hey!
[F] City [G] boy stuff!
He's worth a set of one [F]-point [D] buff.
He never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive down
[N] spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny, [F] spinny, damn tires.
[D] Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
City lovers didn't [F] bring no [D] love, should've sold them a [F] rope.
Hell no, hell [G] no, not me.
[Dm] _ [Am] _ [F] [G] I'm going on, going on back.
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[F] _ [Eb] _ [F] _ [D] _ _ He don't put a good tip in, don't crack a coin, don't fix a tree, don't rope stuff, don't shoot the gun.
Barbed wire tattooed, don't even go all the way around.
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