Country Girls

C F C F

   C
I cut my exhaust to make her turn her head
      F
Them smiley face KC lights made her laugh
       C                                    F
And I spent my last dollar just to take her home
         C
Drivin' back after curfew, hopin' and prayin'
      F
The sheriff wouldn't pull me over, call my parents
          C                                       F
But if he did, oh well, tomorrow I'ma do it all again
 F
Just like every weekend

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
       C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks
         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above
       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
     C                             F
One thing I know that I thank God for
 F                   C
And that's country girls

C
Sweeter than tea, way out of my league
         F
Gave my truck horsepower when she climbed in my seat
      C
My F-250 was a midnight train
          F
Coverin' up the smell of Coors with your White Rain
       C
Wakin' up these neighbors with southern rock and roll
          F
'Til the needle reads E or the cops get called

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
       C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks
         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above
       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
      C                            F
One thing I know that I thank God for
F
And that's country girls

Am
In every small town
G          F
There's a down-home Dixie dime
          Am                   G
And that passenger side truck door
          F
Has been slammed about a thousand times
          Dm                     Em
That's a hundred goodbyes, times 10 more rides
 F                         G
And only one girl on your mind

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
      C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks
         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above
       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
     C                             F
One thing I know that I thank God for
 F                  C    F C F
And that's country girls

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