Chords for Ole Country Boy Hitman Official Video
Tempo:
92.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that's Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing [Dm] back
Had to get it out the [D] mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, ain't barely making it through
I'm working hard for a living, trying to make ends meet
I grew up with the hounds, so I don't shit where I sleep
I turned a diamond to a dream out the trailer park window
Got it out the mud, better running as your gimpo
Hat to the back with a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
But you don't see what I see, you ain't walked in my shoes
You can't fit in my jeans, I've got to get it how I live
And that's by any means, just an old country boy from an old name town
Where the things we think we're new are really just tammy downs
We ain't got a liquor stove, so we making our own
If you come, we'll come correct, because we molding a song
We ain't casting a stone, we try to live by the book
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and for the fish on this hook
I give this shirt off on my back for anyone who really needs it
If I'm lying, then I'm dying, and I'm still steady speaking
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, and barely making it through
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it, then I meant it
I'm below that Mason-Dixon running game, this ain't a scrimmage
Every day's a different problem, every day's a different loss
I was born to raise hell, mama should've named me Charles
I like my C.E. laid back, while I'm taking it slow
I got a family full of felons that ain't making parole
They sold their soul to the devil for a bag full of dope
Now they call it home collection, and we answer the phone
All the dirt that I've done, I learned to do on my own
If you never have a witness, who's to say that you're wrong?
I'm a legend in the making, headed straight for the throne
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
Before your last bow movement is at a funeral home
I'm just a small-town boy who never changed his ways
Working day-light, the door for pocket lint and spare change
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tats
Down in Old Dur-O where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living and barely making it through
Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that's Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing [Dm] back
Had to get it out the [D] mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, ain't barely making it through
I'm working hard for a living, trying to make ends meet
I grew up with the hounds, so I don't shit where I sleep
I turned a diamond to a dream out the trailer park window
Got it out the mud, better running as your gimpo
Hat to the back with a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
But you don't see what I see, you ain't walked in my shoes
You can't fit in my jeans, I've got to get it how I live
And that's by any means, just an old country boy from an old name town
Where the things we think we're new are really just tammy downs
We ain't got a liquor stove, so we making our own
If you come, we'll come correct, because we molding a song
We ain't casting a stone, we try to live by the book
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and for the fish on this hook
I give this shirt off on my back for anyone who really needs it
If I'm lying, then I'm dying, and I'm still steady speaking
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, and barely making it through
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it, then I meant it
I'm below that Mason-Dixon running game, this ain't a scrimmage
Every day's a different problem, every day's a different loss
I was born to raise hell, mama should've named me Charles
I like my C.E. laid back, while I'm taking it slow
I got a family full of felons that ain't making parole
They sold their soul to the devil for a bag full of dope
Now they call it home collection, and we answer the phone
All the dirt that I've done, I learned to do on my own
If you never have a witness, who's to say that you're wrong?
I'm a legend in the making, headed straight for the throne
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
Before your last bow movement is at a funeral home
I'm just a small-town boy who never changed his ways
Working day-light, the door for pocket lint and spare change
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tats
Down in Old Dur-O where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living and barely making it through
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_ _ _ _ Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that's Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing [Dm] back
Had to get it out the [D] mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, ain't barely making it through
I'm working hard for a living, trying to make ends meet
I grew up with the hounds, so I don't shit where I sleep
I turned a diamond to a dream out the trailer park window
Got it out the mud, better running as your gimpo
Hat to the back with a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
But you don't see what I see, you ain't walked in my shoes
You can't fit in my jeans, I've got to get it how I live
And that's by any means, just an old country boy from an old name town
Where the things we think we're new are really just tammy downs
We ain't got a liquor stove, so we making our own
If you come, we'll come correct, because we molding a song
We ain't casting a stone, we try to live by the book
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and for the fish on this hook
I give this shirt off on my back for anyone who really needs it
If I'm lying, then I'm dying, and I'm still steady speaking
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, and barely making it through
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it, then I meant it
I'm below that Mason-Dixon running game, this ain't a scrimmage
Every day's a different problem, every day's a different loss
I was born to raise hell, mama should've named me Charles
I like my C.E. laid back, while I'm taking it slow
I got a family full of felons that ain't making parole
They sold their soul to the devil for a bag full of dope
Now they call it home collection, and we answer the phone
All the dirt that I've done, I learned to do on my own
If you never have a witness, who's to say that you're wrong?
I'm a legend in the making, headed straight for the throne
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
Before your last bow movement is at a funeral home
I'm just a small-town boy who never changed his ways
Working day-light, the door for pocket lint and spare change
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tats
Down in Old Dur-O where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living and barely making it through _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that's Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing [Dm] back
Had to get it out the [D] mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, ain't barely making it through
I'm working hard for a living, trying to make ends meet
I grew up with the hounds, so I don't shit where I sleep
I turned a diamond to a dream out the trailer park window
Got it out the mud, better running as your gimpo
Hat to the back with a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
But you don't see what I see, you ain't walked in my shoes
You can't fit in my jeans, I've got to get it how I live
And that's by any means, just an old country boy from an old name town
Where the things we think we're new are really just tammy downs
We ain't got a liquor stove, so we making our own
If you come, we'll come correct, because we molding a song
We ain't casting a stone, we try to live by the book
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and for the fish on this hook
I give this shirt off on my back for anyone who really needs it
If I'm lying, then I'm dying, and I'm still steady speaking
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple of jailhouse taps
Down an old dirt road where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living, and barely making it through
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it, then I meant it
I'm below that Mason-Dixon running game, this ain't a scrimmage
Every day's a different problem, every day's a different loss
I was born to raise hell, mama should've named me Charles
I like my C.E. laid back, while I'm taking it slow
I got a family full of felons that ain't making parole
They sold their soul to the devil for a bag full of dope
Now they call it home collection, and we answer the phone
All the dirt that I've done, I learned to do on my own
If you never have a witness, who's to say that you're wrong?
I'm a legend in the making, headed straight for the throne
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
Before your last bow movement is at a funeral home
I'm just a small-town boy who never changed his ways
Working day-light, the door for pocket lint and spare change
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tats
Down in Old Dur-O where I pay my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathing, that Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an old country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it, then I meant it, I ain't taking nothing back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm working hard for a living and barely making it through _ _