Chords for Tell A Country Boy
Tempo:
77.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Now he ain't much for talking, but he [Em] means every word he says.
And [G] that color on his arms and neck ain't from no [D] tanning bed.
Leaves no doubt about where he stands [Em] on a Chevy or the Lord.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country boy.
Yeah.
[E] [D] Now his idea of heaven is home [Em] sweet home, East Tennessee.
But [G] for a girl like you, he would pull up roots and move down the road of [D] trees.
He'll always take his own sweet [Em] time if you give him a choice.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country [D] boy.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't tell [D] him much.
[G] Because all he's [D] ever gonna be [A] is who he always was.
[Bm] A cross between [D] his old man [G] and his mama's pride and joy.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
He'll go off and take a long walk [E] when he [Em] needs some time to think.
[G] Might even let you drive his truck when he's had too [D] much to drink.
But his true blue is old glory [Em] waving out there on the porch.
[G] Yeah, you can always tell a country [D] boy.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [D] tell him much.
[G] Sometimes his [D] gears will turn so slow, [A] you swear they're gonna rush.
[Bm] From the way he [D] bangs that old guitar [G] to the gravel in his voice.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
Now [C] you can drag him from the country [G] every now and then.
[Em] But you can't drag him 40 [A] acres out of him.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [Dm] tell him much.
[D] He's on the fence about a lot of things, [A] but on you his mind's made up.
[Bm] Cause his whims is [D] nothing sweeter [G] than the sweet sound of your voice.
[Em] You can always [A] tell a country [Bm] boy.
[D] Whatever's [G] on your heart.
[Em] Now come on and [A] tell this country [D] boy.
Now he ain't much for talking, but he [Em] means every word he says.
And [G] that color on his arms and neck ain't from no [D] tanning bed.
Leaves no doubt about where he stands [Em] on a Chevy or the Lord.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country boy.
Yeah.
[E] [D] Now his idea of heaven is home [Em] sweet home, East Tennessee.
But [G] for a girl like you, he would pull up roots and move down the road of [D] trees.
He'll always take his own sweet [Em] time if you give him a choice.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country [D] boy.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't tell [D] him much.
[G] Because all he's [D] ever gonna be [A] is who he always was.
[Bm] A cross between [D] his old man [G] and his mama's pride and joy.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
He'll go off and take a long walk [E] when he [Em] needs some time to think.
[G] Might even let you drive his truck when he's had too [D] much to drink.
But his true blue is old glory [Em] waving out there on the porch.
[G] Yeah, you can always tell a country [D] boy.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [D] tell him much.
[G] Sometimes his [D] gears will turn so slow, [A] you swear they're gonna rush.
[Bm] From the way he [D] bangs that old guitar [G] to the gravel in his voice.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
Now [C] you can drag him from the country [G] every now and then.
[Em] But you can't drag him 40 [A] acres out of him.
[G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [Dm] tell him much.
[D] He's on the fence about a lot of things, [A] but on you his mind's made up.
[Bm] Cause his whims is [D] nothing sweeter [G] than the sweet sound of your voice.
[Em] You can always [A] tell a country [Bm] boy.
[D] Whatever's [G] on your heart.
[Em] Now come on and [A] tell this country [D] boy.
Key:
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G
Em
A
Bm
D
G
Em
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_ Now he ain't much for talking, but he [Em] means every word he says.
And [G] that color on his arms and neck ain't from no [D] tanning bed.
Leaves no doubt about where he stands [Em] on a Chevy or the Lord.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country boy.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ [D] Now his idea of heaven is home [Em] sweet home, East Tennessee.
But [G] for a girl like you, he would pull up roots and move down the road of [D] trees.
He'll always take his own sweet [Em] time if you give him a choice.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country [D] boy.
_ _ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't tell [D] him much.
[G] Because all he's [D] ever gonna be [A] is who he always was.
[Bm] A cross between [D] his old man [G] and his mama's pride and joy.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy. _ _ _ _
_ He'll go off and take a long walk [E] when he [Em] needs some time to think.
[G] Might even let you drive his truck when he's had too [D] much to drink.
But his true blue is old glory [Em] waving out there on the porch.
[G] Yeah, you can always tell a country [D] boy. _
_ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [D] tell him much.
[G] Sometimes his [D] gears will turn so slow, [A] you swear they're gonna rush.
[Bm] From the way he [D] bangs that old guitar [G] to the gravel in his voice.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
Now [C] you can drag him from the country [G] every now and then.
[Em] But you can't drag him 40 [A] acres out of him.
_ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [Dm] tell him much.
[D] He's on the fence about a lot of things, [A] but on you his mind's made up.
[Bm] Cause his whims is [D] nothing sweeter [G] than the sweet sound of your voice.
[Em] You can always [A] tell a country [Bm] boy. _
[D] Whatever's [G] on your heart.
[Em] Now come on and [A] tell this country _ _ _ [D] boy. _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now he ain't much for talking, but he [Em] means every word he says.
And [G] that color on his arms and neck ain't from no [D] tanning bed.
Leaves no doubt about where he stands [Em] on a Chevy or the Lord.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country boy.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ [D] Now his idea of heaven is home [Em] sweet home, East Tennessee.
But [G] for a girl like you, he would pull up roots and move down the road of [D] trees.
He'll always take his own sweet [Em] time if you give him a choice.
Yeah, [G] you can always tell a country [D] boy.
_ _ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't tell [D] him much.
[G] Because all he's [D] ever gonna be [A] is who he always was.
[Bm] A cross between [D] his old man [G] and his mama's pride and joy.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy. _ _ _ _
_ He'll go off and take a long walk [E] when he [Em] needs some time to think.
[G] Might even let you drive his truck when he's had too [D] much to drink.
But his true blue is old glory [Em] waving out there on the porch.
[G] Yeah, you can always tell a country [D] boy. _
_ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [D] tell him much.
[G] Sometimes his [D] gears will turn so slow, [A] you swear they're gonna rush.
[Bm] From the way he [D] bangs that old guitar [G] to the gravel in his voice.
[Em] You can always [G] tell a country [D] boy.
Now [C] you can drag him from the country [G] every now and then.
[Em] But you can't drag him 40 [A] acres out of him.
_ [G] Yeah, you can [D] always tell him, [A] but you can't [Dm] tell him much.
[D] He's on the fence about a lot of things, [A] but on you his mind's made up.
[Bm] Cause his whims is [D] nothing sweeter [G] than the sweet sound of your voice.
[Em] You can always [A] tell a country [Bm] boy. _
[D] Whatever's [G] on your heart.
[Em] Now come on and [A] tell this country _ _ _ [D] boy. _
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