Dustin Lynch - World to me

It's a mid^Gdle of nowhere, no^Cbody comes here tow^Gn ^C You're either ^Gborn and raised an^Cd you stay or you turn right arou^Gnd ^C P^Gulled on, court house, stop light blinki^Cng F^Gour wheels, corn fields, I know what you're t^Chinking

^CWho'd wanna live in this place ^GWho'd wanna suffer the fate ^DOf a life spent pulli^Emng a p^Dlow through the dirt ^CWho'd wanna put down root^Gs in a blue collar suit ^DWe do, and a^Em few of us^D know what it's worth ^CA little buckshot d^Got on a map it might b^De ^DBut it's the world to me ^C

I know these ho^Gllers and hills and fi^Celds down to every square in^Gch ^C I kn^Gow every name sprayed in D^Cupont paint on that brid^Gge ^C Had my fi^Grst kiss, learned to shift ge^Cars on these back roads A^Gll that and all of this ^Cmakes me one of those

^CWho'd wanna live in this place ^GWho'd wanna suffer the fate ^DOf a life spent pulli^Emng a p^Dlow through the dirt ^CWho'd wanna put down root^Gs in a blue collar suit ^DWe do, and a^Em few of us^D know what it's worth ^CA little buckshot d^Got on a map it might b^De ^DBut it's the world to me ^C

^CIt's those Friday night games ^GBilly's Tavern on Main ^DWhere we grab a cold b^Emeer a^Dfter a hard day's work ^CIt's who we are through and through ^GFrom our hats to our boots ^DIt's the truth, and we ^Emall kno^Dw what it's worth ^CA little buckshot d^Got on a map it might ^Dbe ^DBut it's the world to m^Ce ^GOh, the world to me^C