Chords for Granger Smith - City Boy Stuck featuring Earl Dibbles Jr (audio)

[D] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
[Gm] _ [C] _ [Db] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ [D] _ [C] _
[F] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [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 my tires like a bass on a pole.
Up ahead, something ain't right.
It ain't a deer in my KZ lights.
Oh sweet Jesus, a city boy's praying, flinging up mud.
So [Db] I started [D] singing, hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
He's worth, they say, a [F] one-point [Dm] buck.
He's never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive.
Down a spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny, [F] spinny damn [D] tire.
Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
Many lovers didn't [F] write no [Dm] love, should've owned a road [F] to know.
Hell no, [G] not me.
[F] _
[G] I'm rolling on, going on, by yee-yee.
[D] _ [C] _ [Bb] _
[F] _ [D] _ [C] _ [G] _ [D] Back and forth, the mud got bigger.
Kicked good dirt on a semi-crafted steer.
But in his mouth, getting all pissed, you should've bought a car that you don't plug in.
I got a shotgun, riding shotgun, no room to give him a limb.
I pulled over, packed a cone on his shoulder, and put in another dip.
And yelled, hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
He's worth, they say, a [F] one-point [D] buck.
He's never [F] heard of a four-wheel [G] drive.
Down a spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny, [F] spinny damn [D] tire.
Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
Many lovers didn't [F] write no [D] love, should've owned a road [F] to know.
Hell [G] no, not me.
_ [F] _ [G] I'm rolling on, going on, by yee-yee.
[F] _ [Am] _ [Bb] _ [G] _ [F] _ [C] _ [Bb] _
[G] _ [F] _ [Am] _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ [F] [C] Hey, [Bb] _
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [C] _
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _
[A] _ [F] _ [D] _ city boy, I'm Earl D.
Bush Jr.
I'm a country boy.
You're a long way from town to be running your mouth.
See this smooth tire spinning like that?
That's why we use nothing but mud tires, four by four.
You got your hard slick bike and your skinny jeans,
collar popped up and your car's in a biddy.
Better turn around and go back to the city.
_ You [C] _ [G] can pop back [Gm] clubs, you can pop back [D] collars.
_ [C] _ [G] I'm a pop this [Bb] top while I [D] holler.
_ [C] You [Bm] can pop back [Bb] clubs, you can pop back [D] collars.
_ [F] _ [G] I'm a pop this top while [D] I holler.
Hey!
[F] City boy [G] stuff!
He's worthless as a one [F]-point [D] buck.
Never heard [F] of a four-wheel drive.
[N] Down a spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny, spinny [F] damn tire.
[D] Hey!
[F] City [G] boy stuff!
Many lovers didn't write [F] no love, [D] should've owned a road to [F] know.
[G] Hell no, not me.
[Dm] _ [Am] _
[F] [G] I'm rolling on, rolling on by.
You _ [C] don't [F] _
_ [C] _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ [C] _ _ [F] _
[D] _ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ [D] _ [C] _ [Gbm] _ [F] _
[D] _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [D] _ [C] _ [D] _ [F] _
[D] _ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ [Ab] _ [F] _ [D] _ _
put a good dip in, don't crack a corn,
don't fix a tree, don't road stuff, don't shoot the gun,
barbed wire, ratchet, gunning, go all the way around.
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