Eric Church - How bout you

^GI know where I come ^Cfrom, how bout ^Gyou ^C I don't ^Gneed baggy clothes or r^Cings in my nose to be c^Gool ^C The ^Gscars on my knuckles match the s^Ccuffs on these cowboy b^Goots ^C And there's a ^Gwhole lot more like ^Cme, how bout yo^Gu ^C

^GI punch the clock tryin to ^Cmake it to the top...How bout y^Gou? ^C I ain't ^Ggot no blue blood trust fu^Cnd I can dip i^Gnto. ^C Yeah I w^Gish uncle Sam would give a d^Camn about the man whose collar is ^Gblue. ^C But if he ^Gdon't hell i'll make it on my o^Cwn...How bout y^Gou? ^C

How bout ^Fyou ^CDo you feel the way I ^Gdo To tell the ^Ftruth ^CI think we're the chosen ^Gfew But that's just ^Fme.^C..How bout ^Gyou

^GI still say yes ma'am to ^Cmy momma...How bout ^Gyou ^C If I ^Gshake your hand you look in the eye, you ^Cbet yer ass it'll be the ^Gtruth ^C I ^Gcover my heart with my ^Chat when they fly that red, white, and ^Gblue ^C Just ^Glike my daddy taught ^Cme...How bout y^Gou ^C

How bout ^Fyou ^CDo you feel the way I ^Gdo To tell the ^Ftruth ^CI think we're the chosen ^Gfew But that's just ^Fme.^C..How bout ^Gyou

^GI like my country ro^Cckin'...how bout y^Gou ^C Just ^Gput me on a stage man,^C turn it up and I'll t^Gurn it loose ^{C G}Yeah give me a crowd the r^Ced-neck and loud, and we'll r^Gaise the roof ^{C G}Hell I might just stay home all night long

How bout ^Fyou ^CDo you feel the way I ^Gdo To tell the ^Ftruth ^CI think we're the chosen ^Gfew How bout ^Fyou ^CDo you feel the way I ^Gdo Cause man, ^FI know where I come ^Cfrom. How bout ^Gyou?