I Love Everyone

F#m    A    E

                        A
You could say I’m just a good ‘ol boy
                        E
Dipped in the batter, country fried
                                A
Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camouflage,
                                E
A staunch defender of the right side.
                                A
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag,
                        E
Under the shadow of the cross,
                                A
Down where the colors never mixed too well,
                                E
Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost.

F#m                     C#m
But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun,
        D                               A
I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone.

        E                       B
I love black people. I love brown people.
                A                       B
I love Muslims and Jews, Hindus and atheists too,
                E
Yes, I love everyone.
        E                       B
I love gay people, I’m not afraid people,
                A                               B               E
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.

                                A
My roots are buried in the Georgia clay,
                                E
They keep me well-grounded & strong
                        A
This little town off of the interstate
                        E
Is the only place I’ll ever call home.
                        A
But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line,
                        E
Flew across the ocean too.
                                A
And I’ve seen God’s children everywhere I’ve been
                                E
And they love to laugh as much as we do.

                        F#m                     C#m
I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall.
                D                               A
I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall.

        E                       B
I love black people. I love brown people.
                A                       B
I love Muslims and Jews, Hindus and atheists too,
                E
Yes, I love everyone.
        E                       B
Though I’m not gay people, I’m not afraid people,
                A                               B               E
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.

              E
It ain’t the corn bread or the collard greens, sweet tea or bar-b-que
       E
The country music on your radio, or the gospel in the pew
A
It ain’t your boots, it ain’t your old blue jeans, the tractors that we drive,
                E
It ain’t the rifles, or the fishing poles, or the slower pace of life.
                B                       A                       E
It’s how we -treat our neighbors -treat our neighbors -that makes us who we are.

        E                       B
Yeah I love black people. I love brown people.
                A                       B                    E
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little slack in my jaw, but I love everyone.
                A                               B               E
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.

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