Same Ol Same Ol

1. Alive & well 2. Same Ol Same Ol 3. What I Claim 4. Shoulda Coulda 5. Dusty Side Of Music City 6. Love Her Again 7. Black Sheep 8. Hella Hit Song 9. Real Country 10. Trade Gettin Drunk 11. Cowboy movie 12. A Little While Feat. Clay Walker 13. Miss My Buddies 14. Different Cloth 15. Vinyl (Acoustic) 1. Alive & Well D G Bm G D A Bm G D Bm Yeah, I'm a quarter mile away from a sun burnt babe Bm A Somewhere in the summer of 2008 D Bm And I may have sprayed too much of that Bm A Abercrombie cologne in my truck cab D Bm And you was realin' me in like a small mouth bass Bm A Stealin' my favorite fish hook hat D Bm And every night I prayed you wouldn't throw me back Bm A Like my line and take another cast D Bm Now we're in the same boat Bm G Same closin' songs on the radio D Bm Same town, the same road Bm G The same fishin' pole that got us tangled up D Bm Bm G And even if that Evinrude breaks down D Bm Bm I'll still be here fishin' for you in this town G G Catchin' feelin's alive and well D G Bm G D A Bm G D Bm Like a bobber bobbin' off a river bank Bm A When it gets drugged under my heart strings sank D Bm And I ain't gonna real like it's my last worm Bm A And if it was I'd be diggin' in the dirt for D Bm Bm A One more night crawler, one more hot summer D Bm Bm A One more full tank of gas and the best country lines that catch a kiss like that D Bm Now we're in the same boat Bm G Same closin' songs on the radio D Bm Same town, the same road Bm G The same fishin' pole that got us tangled up D Bm Bm G And even if that Evinrude breaks down D Bm Bm I'll still be here fishin' for you in this town G G Catchin' feelin's alive and well D Bm Bm G D Bm Bm G D Now we're in the same boat D Same closin' songs on the radio D Same town, the same road D The same fishin' pole that got us tangled up D Bm Bm G And even if that Evinrude breaks down D Bm Bm I'll still be here fishin' for you in this town G D D G Bm Catchin' feelin's alive and well G D G Catchin' feelin's alive and well Bm G D Catchin' feelin's alive and well 2. Same Ol Same Ol D D G D D G D D G Bm G D D The friends I got are the same one's from high school D D G Half of them drive and got the same damn drugs's too D D CB hanging from the mirror, talkin' smack to the truckers Bm G Tired from driving roads calling us little motherfuckers D D Same cops in town since I was 15 D D Bare foot walking all the way to palm creek D D But the same ain't bad when you're where I'm from Bm G Same shit different day at least you know everyone D D G The world turns slower where the road goes dirt D D The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts Bm Bm A boyfriend will knock you out for trying to flirt G G The songs hit different when written and sang by us D D G The world turns forward when your on the stream D D A He's on the front porch when you go to leave Bm Bm G The girl's paint there toe's and boys play with GI.Joe's G D D D D G And I like the same ol' same ol' D D I partied with the police back in their prime D When they were the one's having fun D Running from the blue lights D D The billford brothers had a party every week Bm G And officer T.C was waiting down the street D D G And the top of snake hill buster right at the stop D D G Dont light a blunt until you pass narrows or the hollow D D G But the cops ain't as scary as some of them curve's Bm G Take it slow by Mary Helens watch for cows, ya heard D D G The world turns slower where the road goes dirt D D The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts Bm Bm A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt G G The songs hit different when written and sang by us D D G The world turns forward when your on the stream D D A He's on the front porch when you go to leave Bm Bm G The girl's paint there toe's and boys play with GI.Joe's G D And I like the same ol' same ol' D D Same roads that hold my years of many D Blunts rolled in close called dear D D G Just one more cast and one more beer Bm G Just one more bonfire dancing and I fell D D G One more homecoming for a thousand more years D D G A thousand more coors light cans and a fifth D D G For every country boy born for millions of years Bm G I pray another generation live like we do D D G The world turns slower where the road goes dirt D D The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts Bm Bm A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt G G The songs hit different when written and sang by us D D G The world turns forward when your on the stream D D He's on the front porch when you go to leave Bm Bm G The girl''s paint there toe's and boys play with GI.Joe's G And I like the same ol' same ol' D D The world turns slower where the road goes dirt D D The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts Bm Bm A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt G G The songs hit different when written and sang by us D D G The world turns forward when your on the stream D D A He's on the front porch when you go to leave Bm Bm G The girl''s paint there toe's and boys play with GI.Joe's G D D And I like the same ol' same ol' D same ol' same ol' 3. What I Claim C Am C Am C I ain't the best singer or the best lookin' Am Ain't got a plan to make people listen to me C Ain't no designer tellin' me what to wear Am I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair C My claim to fame is a story in a page Am Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain C From a day I lived and turned into a song Am As I sit on a porch gettin' stoned at my farm C 29 years old, out livin' in a dream Am Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams C But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep Fm I love my upbringin' and I ain't ashamed C F That I claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F And I claim the rеbel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab C F And I claim evеry good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of Am G F It ain't how I dress, naw it ain't how I sing C Am C Am It's how I tell 'em what I claim C There'll never be another Johnny Cash Am But I feel like him when I'm pissed-off mad C In one of my muscle cars goin' way too fast Am Not worried if a deer even kills my ass C Then after a few miles, I quit bein' so wreckless Am Light me up a roach while I'm listenin' to Elvis C Like a hound dog hangin' out the window Am Still holdin' my soul 'cause the devil can't get it C Yeah, music ain't money 'round here, no sir Am It's the blood in our veins and a flag on the porch C Red with a blue circle, holdin' three bright stars F In the 615, ask who we are C F They'll say we claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F Yeah, we claim the rebel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab C F And we claim every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of Am G F C F Yeah, it ain't how we dress, and it ain't how we sing, it's how we tell 'em what we claim C F And hell naw, we ain't ashamed C Hopefully, one day, long from now C Way in the future, when I'm underground C A rebel child will discover the sound F Of a Nashville-born, redneck loud-mouth C F And say that he claimed the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain C F Yeah, he claimed the rebel flags, flyin' high off his truck and he didn't get scared C F And he claimed every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos like he had on his arm Am G F C Yeah, it ain't how he dressed, and it ain't how he sang, it's how he told 'em what he claimed 4. Shoulda Coulda C G E D C G Em D C G Shoulda picked you up, plenty summers I didn't Em D You'd of been the best playlist picker on a jet ski C G Ridin' waves of the songs you chose Em D Just like some Waylon Jennings in every couple of views C G I shoulda called your phone many nights before Em D You woulda looked good wearin' seats of my Ford C G Lovin' on you to the sound of somethin' long before Em D Shoulda, woulda, coulda and that's just how it goes C G Should chased you down Em D Woulda if I'd known C G Coulda been your man D While we're still young C G Shoulda fired it up Em D Woulda burnt the tires gone C G D Coulda made us one of those timeless lovе songs C G Em D Shoulda, woulda, coulda C G Em D Shoulda drove across the tracks to your side of town C G Em D Woulda pullеd in the drive, reved it up loud so when you look out that window C G You could see in the cab only my silhouette Em D With the memory of you on repeat in my head C G So I wrote it all down to try and forget D Them mistakes I made turn to backroad jams C G Should chased you down Em D Woulda if I'd known C G Coulda been your man D While we're still young C G Shoulda fired it up Em D Woulda burnt the tires gone C G D Coulda made us one of those timeless love songs C Should tell you right now it would change a whole lot C G Could've been a better guy but I wasn't old enough C Shoulda been what I was, woulda been different now D Coulda had you back then but I got you right now C G Em D Cause I chased you down, for years I had known C G I wanna be your man D Before we get too old C G Let's fire it up, burn the tires to the ground Em D All make fun of those timeless love songs C G Dm I'll write it in the kitchen while you're sleepin' and it'll be called D C Shoulda, woulda, coulda G Em Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh, oh D C G Em Dm D Shoulda, woulda, coulda that song, whoooooa, ohhhhh, ohhhhh 5. Dusty Side Of Music City CAPO: 5th FRET G Em My world was green, growin' up in Tennessee G And backroads could stretch all night Cadd9 G Cadd9 In the bed of a Dixieland delight Em Them old country hits fit my town just right Cadd9 Don't take a cowboy's hat and fishin's better at night G On the dusty side of Music City Em Cadd9 Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis G And the boys got blue tattoos for days Em Cadd9 From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays G And the local young guns got trucks too loud Em Cadd9 But they're local rock stars in this small ass town G Em Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies Cadd9 G On the dusty side of Music City G There's a town twenty minutes away Cadd9 Covered in silos and belt-driven hay G A farmer sweatin' bullets with Joe Diffie playin' Em Cadd9 If it ain't John Deere green it ain't parked at my place G Footsteps in the woods and one day you'll write a song Em Cadd9 That will be told by a future outlaw G My advice don't worry, son, keep your foot on their necks Em Cadd9 What this world needs is a few more rednecks G On the dusty side of Music City Em Cadd9 Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis G And the boys got blue tattoos for days Em Cadd9 From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays G And the local young guns got trucks too loud Em Cadd9 But they're local rock stars in this small ass town G Em Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies Cadd9 Em On the dusty side of Music City Em Scars from runnin' through a barbed-wire lot Cadd9 G When me and Davey Jones ran from Kingston Springs cops Em Yeah, there's still street signs stashed in them woods Cadd9 Along with roaches rolled with Honey Backwoods G On the dusty side of Music City Em Cadd9 Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis G And the boys got blue tattoos for days Em Cadd9 From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays G And the local young guns got trucks too loud Em Cadd9 But they're local rock stars in this small ass town G Em Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Em Cadd9 Em On the dusty side of Music City 6. Love Her Again Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb I grew up, ended up a singer F C Singin' 'bout the south to thousands of people Dm Bb Still in the town where I lived these tracks F C Man, the past six years I been to hell and back Dm Bb Them certified golds don't fill the void F C Of missin' that one-time hometown girl Dm Bb Yeah, everybody's got one that slipped away F C But what If that girl came back one day Dm Bb If I got the chance to love her again F C I'm sure her hips would write country hits Dm Bb I'm sure we'd burn every one-lanе down F C Kickin' up lust, tearin' cornfields down Dm Bb Actin' like a couplе crazies still in our teens F C Tipsy off warm Natty Ice and weed Dm Bb F It would take me back, the summer of twenty-ten C Dm If I had the chance to love her again Dm Bb F C Dm Bb I still smell the Ezra Fitch F C Over exhaust leaks and Sonic cheese sticks Dm Bb Slappin' every happy hour sticker on that dash F C As you'd be the DJ, jammin' Tyler Farr's tracks Dm Bb And aim our headlights in your window F C I was playin' with your hair, sharin' one pillow Dm Bb Talkin' 'bout forever like it's set in stone F C Wishin' gas tanks never ended and your heart was home Dm Bb If I got the chance to love her again F C I'm sure her hips would write country hits Dm Bb I'm sure we'd burn every one-lane down F C Kickin' up lust, tearin' cornfields down Dm Bb Actin' like a couple crazies still in our teens F C Tipsy off warm Natty Ice and weed Dm Bb F It would take me back, the summer of twenty-ten C Bb If I had the chance to love her again Dm Bb I'll be the rock, you'll be the star F C You roll a joint, I'll take the charge Dm Bb You're one of a kind, I'm one of them boys F C You're soft-spoken, I make too much noise Dm Bb Yeah, I'm a hellraiser, dancin' on danger F C Look at these frames around myself I've painted Dm Bb And time flies when you're havin' fun F C Or when you're ridin' solo you write songs like this Dm Bb If I got the chance to love her again F C I'm sure her hips would write country hits Dm Bb I'm sure we'd burn every one-lane down F C Kickin' up lust, tearin' cornfields down Dm Bb Actin' like a couple crazies still in our teens F C Tipsy of warm Natty Ice and weed Dm Bb F It would take me back, the summer of twenty-ten C Dm Bb If I had the chance to love her again F C Dm Bb If I had the chance to love her again F C Dm Bb If I had the chance to love her again F F C Dm And again and again and again, I'd love her again Bb F C Bb 7. Black Sheep E E A A F#m F# F# B B E E A A You don't wanna come ride with me F# F# B B There's a loaded pistol in the floorboard and a bag of weed under the seat E E A A My tags have been expired since two thousand seventeen F#7 F#7 B B But I don't care if I get arrested, watch it sell all my show seats E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F# C#m F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F# For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while B B B E and that's what record labels fear (Yeah, they do) E E A A You don't wanna talk sideways out the side your neck F# F#m B B I'll pull up at your gig on Broadway and punch you in your shit E E A A And as far as the millionaires go, they know I can't be handled F# F# B B I'm too outlaw for this new-age, tell 'em good luck gettin' me canceled E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A E A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F# F#7 B B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear E E A A F#7 F#7 B B E E A E B A F# F#7 F#7 B B E E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F#7 B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear B B E 8. Hella Hit Song C G D C G Gm D G Every time I see a young man catch a copperhead D I always think of the Steve Earl Band, yeah C G Copperhead Road Bm D Don't lie, you already know C G And when I see a young girl in a hand-me-down sedan A D With a Brownin' sticker on the back, I smile and grin C G Cause I know Em She's chasing a hella hit song D G Chasin' a boy with a troubled-fun grin Em D A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in G And his run's gonna turn to a jog Em D And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall G Before you know it she's your country star Em D Born in Music City from the country parts G No red carpet in this field to fall Em D G They're just walkin' right into a hella hit song G C G Gm D G If I never grew up on the outskirts G D This good old boy probably couldn't write a verse G It's been some heartbreak nights, some parkin' lot fights Em D Petrol, beer runs, and girls dressin' for the one they like C G Her daddy sayin', "Hold up, where you going?" Em E Even though he knows he was one of them ones C G And that's how he met her momma when they had their first kiss D Walkin' down the same path, hummin' somethin' like C G Chasin' a boy with a troubled-fun grin Em D A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in C And his run's gonna turn to a jog G Em D And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall C G Before you know it she's your country star Em D Born in Music City from the country parts C G No red carpet in this field to fall Em D C They're just walkin' right into a hella hit song G Em D C G Em D C G If there's one thing I learned 'bout livin' out here G It's more than cold beer and the color of a John Deere G More than a boy in a truck bein' crazy G If sometimes he didn't ride with a sweet young lady C G Who was chasin' a boy with a troubled-fun grin Em D A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in C And his run's done turned to a jog G Em D And that good girl sure makes a bad boy fall C G Before you know it he's your country star Em D Singin' out his heart for the country parts C G No red carpet in this field to fall Em D C They're just walkin' right into some hella hit songs G D C G 9. Real Country CAPO: 5th FRET Dm F C A5 Dm Caught up in the life of a modern day cowboy F Riding that Harley like I had to go steal one C Chasing that high of danger when I wake C Dodging every single bullet that's fired my way Dm A gun and mud linger on them county roads F Southern boy tattoos from head to toe C To hell with being pretty for the camera and phones C I came to get dirty and I got one goal Dm To leave out a legend by any means F Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems C Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game Am7 Never еven tryna fix my down home twang Dm To be the lone wolf of the country scene F The new age men in black that the people need C And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing Am7 Dm F I'm only speaking for real country C Am7 Only speaking for rea-eall country Dm Don't put your two cents in on what I should do F Unless you've been whiskey bent, blaring Chris LeDoux C Unless you got a couple scars for a story to prove Am7 Or the souls ain't worn in a pair of work boots Dm I grew up a way that's getting erased F Dixieland pride they wanna fade the face C And stick a pretty boy in to get us replaced Am7 But you don't wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank Dm7 Running circles around y'all like Dale at Talladega F Take a bite outta you like salt on tomatoes C And I tell you how it is then you tuck your tail Am7 I ain't even gotta say it 'cause everybody could tell Dm I'm leaving out a legend by any means F Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems C Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game Am7 Never еven tryna fix my down home twang Dm To be the lone wolf of the country scene F The new age men in black that the people need Csus4 C And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing A7sus4 Am7 Em7 F I'm only speaking for rea-eal country C Am7 Woh oh oh ohhhh-o-oh Dm7 A Copenhagen smile when I talk that smack F Shotgun and a rifle hanging in the back C Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back A You'll be meeting the country boys if you burn that flag Dm We're leaving out respected by any means F Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems C Give em hell to the flames, charcoal the game A Never even tryna fix my down home twang Dm7 To be the lone wolf of the country scene F The new age men in black that the people need C And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing Am7 Dm7 F I'm only speaking for real country (Woh oh oh oh) Csus4 C Am7 I'm only speaking for rea-eall country Dm F Woh oh oh oh oh C Am7 Woh oh oh oh oh oh oh A7 Dm Oh oh oh oh oh 10. Trade Gettin Drunk G Em C D D Em C D D Em C Yeah, I'll be by lonely, smokin' on some good green G D D Younger days are slippin', I'm still wild and in my twenties Em C Yeah, I get a wild hair, to take my silverado to the silverados D C And see if I still got it in my bones, in my soul Cm Em D C So, I order me a beer, sit somewhere out of the way D D Back turned,to the drunk people stumblin' down broadway Em C The strip is a lost cause, but I'm gamblin' on a friday D D Last week was a waste, but this weekend I might get Em C C To take the right girl home, lay her down real slow G D Show her how a local boy around here rodeos D Em C C Yeah, it might be a waste, might get wasted even though D D Em C C I would trade gettin' drunk to take the right girl home G D D Em C C G D D Yeah, I would trade gettin' drunk to take the right girl home Em Em The only thing harder than the liquor down here D D Is buyin' Jack fire and tryin' not to stare Em C At that bonfire, red dress, high heels, lips red G D And I would give it all to be the top of that bud light neck Em E C So, I spilled mine on your dress for seven digits and a night text D D Then we leave this crazy place for a C-10 and static on Em C D Til six fifty AM, my hands on your skin D If this is a dream I want the chance Em C C To take the right girl home, lay her down real slow G D Show her how a local boy around here rodeos D Em C C Yeah, it might be a waste, might get wasted even though C D D Em C C I would trade gettin' drunk to take the right girl home G D D Em C C G D Yeah, I would trade gettin' drunk to take the right girl home Em Em Music city is my hometown N.C. But it's not my home N.C Where I live you can see the sky without a problematic glow N.C So let's ditch this wall with a hole Em Em C C To take the right girl home, lay her down real slow G D D Show her how a local boy around here rodeos Em C C Yeah, it might be a waste, might get wasted even though D I would trade gettin' drunk D Em C C To take the right girl home G D D Em Yeah, I would trade gettin' drunk to take the right girl home C C G D D Em C C G D D Em C C G D D Em 11. Cowboy Movies F# E E E A A A A F#m Good ol' boys, these days are rare Am F#m Covered up by television set's on air F#m F#m With some paper to read, some lady to write D D You can't get the same feeling, under camera's and light's A A You cant talk for me, if you ain't from my town A A I know every black mark, or boy and gal F#m7 F#m And that glitter and glam, ain't impressing nobody D D Like a small town boy, trying to be somebody A A Where sky blue eye's like a cowboy movie C#m C#m Where John Wayne and trucks, ashtray and a doobie F#m F#m And the saddle done turned to dusty bench seats D D And the reins are the five speeds at our feet A A And that gallop turned to gallons as time passed by C#m C#m That dont mean that we ain't around, we still down to ride F#m F#m D Real country boy's, got story's, and a past to prove it D A A A A Like stars in cowboy movies A A These woods and a six gun is how I feel C#m C#m A twenty two heritage and some rolling hills F#m F#m But just over that bluff, is an enemy of mine D D No scars on our hands, and we're right in line A A And when the lonesome dove rolls in with a dozen white rose's C#m C#m Brought to life in a town in neon and music F#m7 F#m7 F#m They pull the gun cause they know I ain't playin' D I came alone, hammer cocked like an ol' N.C. Lone Ranger A A Where sky blue eye's like a cowboy movie C#m C#m Where John Wayne and trucks, ashtrays and a doobie F#m F#m And the saddle done turned to dusty bench seats D D And the reins are the five speeds at our feet A A And that gallop turned to gallons as time passed by C#m C#m That dont mean that we ain't around, we still down to ride F#m7 F#m7 D Real country boy's, got story's, and a past to prove it D A Like stars in cowboy movies A Am If Music row was old saloon's, ya'll drunk A But hell I guess that I'm drunk too F#m7 F#m7 But when the bronco kick's, some ol' boys run D E A Some stick to the man, like a cowboy's go A C#m C#m F#m Ooooohhhhh, oohhh like a cowboy's gone F#m D D Oooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh A A Where sky blue eye's like a cowboy movie C#m C#m Where John Wayne in a truck, ashtray and a doobie F#m F#m And the saddle done turned to old bench seats D D And the reins are the five speeds at our feet A A And that gallop turned to gallons as time passed by C#m C#m That dont mean that we ain't around, we still down to ride F#m F#m D Real country boy's, got story's, and we can prove it D A Like stars in cowboy movies A A A F#m F#m D E E E 12. A Little While D A Bm G D A Bm G D A One day I won't be able to say G Hey boys y'all ready to go rock this stage D A Two shows back to back sold out in Kentucky Bm G After this let's hit the town and holler at some hunnies D A One day I won't be jumpin' into no more crowds Bm G And this southern accent is gonna blow out D A Bm Just like the speakers in the venues that I break right now G But we got a while D A 'Cause for now I'm still young and loud Bm7 G Too damn stoned singin' in front of my own crowd D A Makin' friends with the cops, eyes redder than a stop sign Bm G Feelin' like country superstar from a past time D A Ain't got long, hell, none of us do Bm7 G I take a shot on stage, one for me and you D A Bm Cheers to the young crazy way of makin' wild G D I'm one of y'all and we only got a little while A Bm A G D A Bm G Whoa, whoa, yeah we only got a little while D A Got the tour bus cruisin' five states at a time Bm7 G Ten thousand pretty girls and a down home vibe D A Bm G As their boyfriend’s yell "A country boy can survive-i-ive" (That's right) D A One day we won't be takin' back roads all night Bm7 G I'm cabrewin’ on the river lookin' at tan lines D A But hey, I just turned 28 Bm G So, can you give ol' backwood boy a break? D A 'Cause for now I'm still young and loud Bm7 G Too damn stoned singin' in front of my own crowd D A Makin' friends with the cops, eyes redder than a stop sign Bm G Feelin' like country superstar from a past time D A Ain't got long, hell, none of us do Bm7 G I take a shot on stage, one for me and you D A Bm Cheers to the young crazy way of makin' wild G D I'm one of y'all and we only got a little while A Bm A G Whoa, whoa, yeah we only got a little while | Bm A | D A | Bm7 G | D A | Bm G | | D A | Bm7 G | D A | Bm G | D A 'Cause for now I'm still young and loud Bm7 G Too damn stoned singin' in front of my own crowd D A Makin' friends with the cops, eyes redder than a stop sign Bm G Feelin' like country superstar from a past time D A Ain't got long, hell, none of us do Bm7 G I take a shot on stage, one for me and you D A Bm Cheers to the young crazy way of makin' wild G D I'm one of y'all and we only got a little while A Bm A G D Bm A Whoa, whoa, yeah we only got a little while 13. Miss My Buddies C G G Em7 D D C G G Em7 D D C G Lonely nights on a tin roof porch Em7 D Too many Bud Light tops to ignore C G Too many hats left with a next day text Em7 D Sayin' "Hey, have you seen my old faded Vols hat" C G And nowadays that porch is gettin' quiet Em7 D Man we used to be a flannel rockin' downtown right C G How the years have flown like we did in our cars Em7 D Leavin' white smoke down Second Ave by the bars C G I could use another night in a truck all muddy Em D Rollin' through Music City tryna make a girl love me C G One more night on the town, I wish Em D Take me back to bein' young, dumb, and on that strip C G In a beater up truck spendin' all my money Em D To remember drunk nights endin' up good stories C G Em7 Yeah, we love, we laugh, we lived it so dear country D C I miss my buddies | G | Em7 D | D | C G | G | Em7 D | D C G You don't know what you're missin' 'til you start to grow up Em7 D And you was high on life with a lift on your truck C G With two canoes in the back and a case of warm suds Em7 D Sunburnt to a crisp when your beer's all gone C G Haulin' up in a cab floodin' Sonic parkin' lot Em7 D 'Til the cops pulled up and they ran you all off C G Hidin' an eighth of weed in the bottom of a slushie Em D Yeah, long story short I just miss my buddies C G I could use another night in a truck all muddy Em D Rollin' through Music City tryna make a girl love me C G One more night on the town, I wish Em D Take me back to bein' young, dumb, and on that strip C G In a beater up truck spendin' all my money Em D To remember drunk nights endin' up good stories C G Em7 Yeah, we love, we laugh, we lived it so dear country D C G Em I miss my buddies D C G Em7 D I miss my buddies C G Every night that we barely made it home D Without being in jail or our shirt all torn G To every night that we went out Em D G As some Nashville natives with our loud ass mouths C G I could use another night in a truck all muddy Em D Rollin' through Music City tryna make a girl love me C G One more night on the town, I wish Em D Take me back to bein' young, dumb, and on that strip C G In a beater up truck spendin' all my money Em D To remember drunk nights endin' up good stories C G Em7 Yeah, we love, we laugh, we lived it so dear country D C G I miss my buddies Em D Whoa-whoa C G I miss my buddies Em D Whoa-whoa-whoa C I miss my buddies G Em D C G Em D Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa C G I miss my buddies 14. Different Cloth D D I've sat in rooms with rich folk, poison ivy down my arms D D Drove a rust bucket to house parties with million-dollar lawns G G And I'm friends with superstars, but I always stray back home D D To a dirty front porch and a bag of marijuana and a dog with one eyeball D G D Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear D G I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared D F C C D And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share A# C D D But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear D Dm Dm D D D D Lost in the woods, yeah, I've been there a bunch of times D D And the ones who ain't, ain't never tripped balls off good shrooms in the pines G G And I see your Twitter fingers and I raise you a couple scars D D Cause you can't write songs like I write, touchin' y'alls dingalings in a bar D G D Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear D G I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared D F Am D# D And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share A# C D But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear Am Cut from a cloth and I ain't talkin' 'bout denim C G Man, my hands ain't soft and I don't act sentimental Am Ain't never changed from the very first day C G Steppin' into the game mud caked on my face Am I am what it is so don't tell me that I ain't C G You preach to the waves, I preach to the lake Am7 Am Y'all be on the radio, we be chillin' half-baked C G Drinkin' every kind of beer by the cooler and the case D G D Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear D G I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared D F A D# D And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share A# C A# C But I'm cut from a different cloth, cut from a different, A# C D D5 Cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't we 15. Vinyl (Acoustic) D D D D Em D G G D D D D Em Em G G G D Bm Em G Sound on vinyl are like your eyes on mine G D And those kisses comin' off your lips Em G Are like good music over time Em So just place that needle and dim those lights D Let's break out the vinyl Em G Let time tell us a story of ours D Yeah lets break out the vinyl Em G Slow dance under string lights on the porch D In your love I'll die spinnin' old Maroon 5 Em G Wishin' we could stop time like this record we got D In my arms you'll fall like summer raindrops Em G Somewhere in a cabin deep in the woods cell phone off D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D Em G Sound on vinyl sends a shiver up your spine D When the window is open and the breeze slips on in Em G Around two glasses of strawberry wine D Em G Oh sound on vinyl can make you feel a place D Like an old record player from some old farm house Em G Gettin' much better lookin' with age Em G So just place that needle and dim those lights D Let's break out the vinyl Em G Let time tell us a story of ours D Yeah lets break out the vinyl Em G Slow dance under string lights on the porch D In your love I'll die spinnin' old Maroon 5 Em G Wishin' we could stop time like this record we got D In my arms you'll fall like summer raindrops Em G Somewhere in a cabin deep in the woods cell phone off D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D Like a needle to a song is my hands on your hips G And a microphone to a hit is like my fingers on your lips D So when the song is over and we're both asleep Em G That vinyl gonna tell a story of you and me G So why don't we ] D Break out the vinyl Em G Let time tell us a story of ours D Yeah lets break out the vinyl Em G Slow dance under string lights on the porch D In your love I'll die spinnin' old Maroon 5 Em G Wishin' we could stop time like this record we got D In my arms you'll fall like summer raindrops Em G Somewhere in a cabin deep in the woods cell phone off D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D Break out the vinyl (Woah) Em G Break out the vinyl (Woah) D D D D D Dmaj7