[Intro]
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  Woo


[Verse 1]
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I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car
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But I drank a little shine from a mason jar
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I know how to work and how to have fun
           N.C.
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun


[Chorus]
       D
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, county fairs
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Huntin' and fishin' and ice-cold beer
           E
That's the way I'm gonna be 'til the day I die
A N.C.        A
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


[Verse 2]
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My baby looks hot in her high-heel shoes
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She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots
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She can dance to the music all night long
              N.C.
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone


[Chorus]
          D
She likes boogie-woogie, reggae, rap, pop, and soul
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Hip-hop, blues, and rock 'n' roll
       E
If you really wanna know what drives her wild
A N.C.
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


[Fiddle & Pedal Steel Solos]
F#   B7   E   A


[Chorus]
    D
You might not know it by the way we talk
   A
We might not show it by the way we walk
          E
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified
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C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
           E
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die
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C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


[Outro]
       A N.C.        A
I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
N.C.
Now that's country