Gettin Right

A E D D A E D D A E D D A E D D I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console. A E D D Got a twelve pack in the back in my oil field camo cooler, got it ice cold. A E D D I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home. There ain't but one thing that I wanna do, A E D D is get down where the river bends on the sandbar with my friends and drown these roughneck blues. A E D D Drop the gate on the truck, turn the radio on. A E D D Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D D and when the sun falls out of sight, A E D you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight D 'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. A E D D A E D D You got some pretty southern women dancing around in their bare feet. A E D D And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me. A E D D And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid cause they're hiding my wondering eyes. A E D D I spend my hard-earned money on these hicktown honeys. Y'all welcome to the good life. A E D D Drop the gate on the truck, turn the radio on. A E D D Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D D and when the sun falls out of sight, A E D you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight D 'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. A E D D E A D D All we wanna do is have us a good time: E A D E E a little whiskey, a little beer, a little bit of that apple pie moonshine. A E D D Drop the gate on the truck, turn the radio on. A E D D Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D D and when the sun falls out of sight, A E D you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight D 'cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. A E D D A E D D A