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Alan Jackson "Country Boy" Good Time, 2008 Songwriter: Alan Jackson
EExcuse me ma’aDm, I saw youA walk in EI turned around,D I’m not Aa stalker EWhere you goin? DMaybe I can Ahelp ya EMy tank is full, and I’Gd be obliged tAo take ya
Chorus:
EI’m a country boy, I’ve goDt a 4 wheAel drive EPile in my bed, I can tDake ya for a rAide EUp city streets, Ddown country rAoads EI can get ya where you Dneed to Ago E‘Cause I’m a country bDoyA
You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds Wind it up, or I can slow it way down In the woods or right uptown Chorus Solo ( E D A ) Bridge:
BBig 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt AGrabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt ECause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes I crank the music, the tone gets real good Let me know when we’re gettin’ close You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road Chorus
BBucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt ALockin’ hubs, that’ll take ya through a deep rut
Chorus (talked, light strumming) Chorus x2