Standard American
- Gunnar & The Grizzly Boys
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Intro
E G E
Verse 1
E
He killed what he ate and brewed what he drank
E
Listened to Colt, Jerry, Reid, and Hank
G E
A bear of a man, hardly left the woods
E
Six foot four, solid rock when he stood
E
He'd hunt with a hatchet and his own bare hands
E
Refused welfare, only lived off the land
E
Drove an 87 Dodge, straight pipes off the back
E
Stocked his house with white-tail racks
E G E
He's a rebel, a redneck, grew up in the sticks
E
A standard American sumbitch
Verse 2
E
His shirt says Ralph but his real name's Fred
E
Got grease on his hands and sweat on his head
E
Pants are black and arms are scarred
E
Knuckles more busted than his credit card
G
Spends weekdays working under the hood
E
Got mouths to feed and he knows he should
G
Come Friday at five he'll collect that pay
E
And top it off with a cold one at the end of the day
E G E
He's blue-collar, a sinner, I can't decide which
E G E
A standard American sumbitch
Verse 3
G
He drives a Peterbilt with eighteen wheels
E
The ICC hot on his heels
E
Running them roads since age eighteen
E
Ain't a city limit sign that he hasn't seen
G
Grinding them gears, heading down the line
E
He's a slave to the law, the law and time
G
Make it home for two-day's sleep
E
Then it's back to his cockpit and Air Ride seat
E
He's a driver, a highway man
A E
Loves his woman and two kids
A G E
A standard American sumbitch
Instramental
E A
Verse 4
E
He ain't heard too good since 67
E
Flew a chopper named The Stairway To Heaven
E
Got an M16, hacks up black tar
E
Vietnam plates on the back of his car
E
He don't talk too much and he don't waste words
E
When he does you damn sure better know he's heard
E
A ponytail, little thin up top
G
Rolls his own for ten cents a pop
E
He's a soldier, a veteran, beat up a bit
E G E
A standard American sumbitch
Chorus
A
You can call me a redneck, call me a hick
E
Say I'm a drunk, messed up just a bit
A
But the flag I fly's got the stars and stripes
E
Test my freedom, I'll be down for a fight
A
We're the backbone, blue collar
A
Working, trying to earn a dollar
A B
Hurt somebody, feed our kids
A B E
Standard American sumbitch
Outro
A
Country boys survive
E G
Mess with my family, I'll cut you and gut you and tie your hide
B G E
Set you afire and watch you burn alive











