What You Think Chords - Rebel Son

Intro

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(0:05) F (0:13) (play an E chord and reach for the G with your pinky) F G# F F G# F F G# F F G# F F G# F F A# (0:21) F

Verse 1

F In this day and age, Lifestyles ain't all the same. Everybody's lookin for somebody else to blame. A# But nothing irritates me worse than you hear you rich folks whine. F You're addicted to wealth and to yourself,you're addicted to the dollar sign. C You put me down cause I was raised A# Just a little bit different from you, F Well I work with my hands and respect my lands, C F I'm trustee tried and true.

Verse 2

F You get up to go to work, put on your pretty suit and tie, Well I put on a beat up shirt, work boots, and faded old levi's. A# I grind my fucking knuckles to the bone to make ends meet. F So I'm glad that you get mad, when I drive fast down your street. C You get pissed off cause we like being A# Mad all over town. F Well you can go to hell cause my Rebel Yell C F Volume don't go down.

Chorus

A# We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society. F And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury. A# A simple man is what I am, status ain't for me, C I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be. A# I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink. F But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink. C A# Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and F C F I don't give a f**k what you think.

Verse 3

F You snobby mr. Monebags have people you call friends, But when it came down to it, you'd probly be to greedy to help them. A# Well I've got more buddies for whom I'd put my life on the line, F Cause I know they'd do the same for me if I was ever in a bind. C A# Well your heart is made from parts that come from a septic tank, F C F When you kids don't earn you'll start to burn, you can take that to the bank.

Verse 4

F You read the Wall Street Journal, sippin champagne in your limosine, Well I'll be alright with a cold Bud Light and a hot rod magazine. A# You all love your bmw's and Porches that you drive, F Well my gas guzzling '67 Bowtie suits me fine. C A# So keep in mind you pretty kids that think you're all so cool, F C F Just remember we're the ones that beat the shit out of you in school.

Chorus

Solo

A# | A# | F | F | A# | A# | C | C A# | A# | F | F | C | A# |F C | F

Verse 5

F You like to play crochet, talk politics and vanity. Well the grand ol' opry on saturday night on the radio's fine with me. A# I may not have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, F But I'm proud to be a no bullshit boy from down south. C A# I'm 100% workin man that's what I'll always be, F C F So you upper class can kiss my ass cause you ain't worth a shit to me.

Chorus

Ending

F C A# F No we don't give a f**k about your big bucks or what you think. Dm C F No weeeee don't give a flyin f**k what you think. C F F**k you! | p Pull-off