Hillbilly Rockstar Chords by Moccasin Creek

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[D] I'm a hillbilly [Dm] rockstar.
Mama _ _ always said that I wouldn't go too far. _ _
[D] You got my roots, now she don't [Dm] miss me.
Couldn't you sing a little bit too?
_ _ I'm a hillbilly rockstar.
[Bb] Hillbilly [A] rockstar, party [Dm] with a stock [D] bar.
Kill a [Dm] competition, run your mouth and get your drop bar.
Running with the pool and I will tell you, you won't get far.
You think there's soap in my mouth the way the rules fix bars.
I've been round the world a gypsy on the run.
Haven't drank so much whiskey, I got barley on my tongue.
I'm a fellow breathalyzer if it's later than five.
[D] No more drinking blood washer, they don't pay me [Dm] a dime.
I done rocked every party with my flip-flops on.
Mohawk on the top, but the sides stay gone.
And I got enough ink to paint a new Mona Lisa.
Put a bull in the picture, call it Mona the Beast.
[D] Take the picture that you painted, [C] that'll get you a frame.
[D] Bring it back to me, baby, let me sign my name.
There you go with my lyrics and my paint.
You ain't never heard another, I'm a [Dm] hillbilly rockstar.
I'm a hillbilly rockstar. _ _
Mama always said that I wouldn't go far. _
[D] You got my roots, now she don't miss me.
Couldn't get to sing [Dm] a little thing, say, yeah.
[D] I'm a [Dm] hillbilly rockstar.
Straight breath, woke up around noon.
[D] Hillbilly rockstar, my own cartoon.
But I ain't leaping skyscrapers with a [F] single pound.
And I'm slower than a bullet, but the talk [D] of the town.
Oh, I'm not an action figure, [Dm] I'm just bigger than they thought.
[D] And I'm not a role model [Dm] that I can't be bought.
I done played my own name from the sticks to a stage.
[D] And I played my own game till I quit [Dm] the rage.
I equated my own grain and fixed it with tape.
And I made my own fame, now I fit in this cape.
[D] Super Bowl, no, you won't get far.
Now, there's hicks out here claiming he's a hillbilly rockstar.
[Dm] Tell me, Biff, you can look at my stats.
My knees are getting weak from hauling y'all on my back.
I'm the Trevor Park mayor, a slum bag spider.
Heads in the air, you redneck crannies.
Old caddy cropper with the top drop down.
[Ab] I got some horns on the hood, boss [D] hogs in town.
Rode the stage with some [Em] stacks and just flipped [Dm] me a mic.
[D] Watch the party stay packed until the end [Dm] of the night.
I got nothing to prove, I got nothing to lose.
[D] I got jiffy feet, baby, I'm a [Dm] rock, no shoe.
In my lawn chair, drunk, smoking cheap cigars.
[Gm] I said, yeah, I'm a hillbilly [D] rockstar.
I'm rocking this thing, I'm a [Dm] hillbilly rockstar. _ _ _
Mama always said that I wouldn't go too far. _ _ _
[D] These are my roots, now she don't miss me, couldn't you too?
[Dm] Sing a little, Big Z.
Yeah, _ I'm a hillbilly rockstar.
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