What You Think Chords by Rebel Son

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In this day and age, lifestyles ain't all the same.
_ Everybody's looking for somebody else to blame.
[Bb] But nothing in here's made you worse than the hue you're in smoke [F] blind.
You're addicted to wealth, to yourself, you're addicted to the dollar sign.
You [C] put me down because I was raised a [Bb] little bit different from you.
Well, [Fm] I work with my hands and respect my [C] land, I've just been [F] tried and true. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You get up and go to work, put on your pretty suit and tie.
Well, I put on a beat-up shirt, work boots, and faded old Levi's.
I [Bb] grind my fucking knuckles to the bone, who makes ends meet.
So I'm [Fm] glad you get mad when I drive fast down your [Cm] street.
We get pissed off, we like [Bb] to get loud all over town.
[F] Go to hell, that's my rebel [Cm] yell, volume don't go [F] down. _ _
_ _ _ _ We're [Bb] just backwoods boys making noise with a new age society.
[F] And we don't give a shit about the stock market or a life of luxury. _
A simple man [Bb] is what I am, status ain't for me.
[C] I may not have to yod, but I'm happy as can be.
[Bb] I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
But [F] you think I'm crass, you're high class and that's your shit, don't you think?
Well, I'm an [C] orgy-talking, rip [Bb]-ropping, shit-stomping redneck.
And I don't give a fuck [F] what you think. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ You snobby Mr. _
Moneybags have people you call friends.
But when it came down to it, you'd probably be too greedy to help him.
Well, [Bb] I've got good buddies for whom I put my life on the [Cm] line.
Cause I know they'd [F] do the same for me if I was ever in a bind.
Your [C] art is made from [Bb] parts gum from a synthetic tank.
[Fm] When you get donor and [F] you'll start to [C] burn, you can take that to [F] the bank. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You read the Wall Street Journal, sipping champagne in your limousine.
Well, I'll [Fm] be alright with a cold Bud Light and a Hot Rod magazine.
[Bb] You all love them _ BMWs and Porsches that you [F] drive.
Well, my gas guzzler, 57, [Fm] bowtie suits you fine.
But keep [C] in mind, you pretty [Bb] pennies, I think you're all so cool.
[F] Just remember, we're the ones who beat the shit out of you in school.
_ _ _ _ _ _ We're [Bb] just back with Floyd, making noise at a new age society.
And we [F] don't give a shit about stock market or life of luxury.
A simple [Bb] man is what I am, status ain't for me.
I may not have a [C] yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
[Bb] I can drink a beer and shoot a tear faster than you can blink.
[F] But you think I'm trash if you're high class, that's what shit don't think.
Well, I'm an [C] offie talking, rip-ropping [Bb] shit, stomping redneck.
And I [F] don't give a fuck what you think.
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like to [Fm] play croquet, talk politics and fantasy.
Well, at Grand Ole Opry on Saturday night on the radio's [F] final beat.
I [Bb] may not have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
but [Fm] I'm proud to be a no-bullshit boy [F] from down south.
I'm [C] a 100% working man, [Bb] that's what I'll always be.
So you [F] _ upperclassmen, kiss my ass, cause you [C] ain't worth a shit [F] to me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We're [Bb] just back with Floyd, making noise at a new age society.
And [F] we don't give a shit about the stock market or a life of luxury.
A simple [Bb] man is what I am, status ain't for me.
I may [C] not have a yacht, but I'm happy as [Bb] can be.
I can drink a beer and shoot a tear faster than you can blink.
But [F] you think I'm trash if you're high class, that's what shit don't think.
Well, I'm [C] an offie talking, rip-ropping [Bb] shit, stomping redneck.
[F] And I don't give a fuck what you think. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ No, we don't give a fuck about your _ [Bb] big bucks or what you [F] think. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] No, we _ don't give [C] a blind fuck what you think. _ _ _
_ Fuck you. _ _ _ _
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