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[Intro] e|------------------0--------------------------------------------------------| B|-8--5--7p5---5------3-0----------------------------------------------------| G|-----------6------------3-2-0----------------------------------------------| D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| (0:05) E (0:13) (play an E chord and reach for the G with your pinky) E G E E G E E G E E G E E G E E A (0:21) E [Verse 1]
EIn this day and age, Lifestyles ain't all the same. Everybody's lookin for somebody else to blame. But nAothing irritates me worse than you hear you rich folks whine. You're addEicted to wealth and to yourself,you're addicted to the dollar sign. You Bput me down cause I was raised Just a liAttle bit different from you, Well I wEork with my hands and respect my lands, I'm trusBtee tried and tErue.
[Verse 2]
You get uEp to go to work, put on your pretty suit and tie, Well I put on a beat up shirt, work boots, and faded old levi's. I grAind my fucking knuckles to the bone to make ends meet. So I'm glEad that you get mad, when I drive fast down your street. You gBet pissed off cause we like being Mad aAll over town. Well you can Ego to hell cause my Rebel Yell BVolume don't go Edown.
[Chorus]
We're just backwAoods boys, making noise in a new age society. And we don't giEve a shit about the stock market or life of luxury. A sAimple man is what I am, status ain't for me, I may Bnot have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be. I can drAink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink. But you thEink I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink. Well I'm a hBonky tonkin, rib rompin, shAit stompin redneck and EI don't give a Bfuck what you Ethink.
[Verse 3]
You snEobby mr. Monebags have people you call friends, But when it came down to it, you'd probly be to greedy to help them. Well I've gAot more buddies for whom I'd put my life on the line, Cause I kEnow they'd do the same for me if I was ever in a bind. Well yBour heart is made from parts that cAome from a septic tank, When you kEids don't earn you'll start to burn, you can tBake that to the baEnk.
[Verse 4]
You reEad the Wall Street Journal, sippin champagne in your limosine, Well I'll be alright with a cold Bud Light and a hot rod magazine. You all loAve your bmw's and Porches that you drive, Well my gEas guzzling '67 Bowtie suits me fine. So keBep in mind you pretty kids that thAink you're all so cool, Just rememEber we're the ones that beat the sBhit out of you in scEhool.
[Chorus]
We're just backwAoods boys, making noise in a new age society. And we don't giEve a shit about the stock market or life of luxury. A sAimple man is what I am, status ain't for me, I may Bnot have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be. I can drAink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink. But you thEink I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink. Well I'm a hBonky tonkin, rib rompin, shAit stompin redneck and EI don't give a Bfuck what you Ethink.
[Solo] A | A | E | E | A | A | B | B A | A | E | E | B | A |E B | E [Verse 5]
You lEike to play crochet, talk politics and vanity. Well the grand ol' opry on saturday night on the radio's fine with me. I may Anot have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, But I'm prEoud to be a no bullshit boy from down south. I'm 10B0% workin man that's wAhat I'll always be, So you upEper class can kiss my ass cause you Bain't worth a shit to Eme.
[Chorus]
We're just backwAoods boys, making noise in a new age society. And we don't giEve a shit about the stock market or life of luxury. A sAimple man is what I am, status ain't for me, I may Bnot have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be. I can drAink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink. But you thEink I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink. Well I'm a hBonky tonkin, rib rompin, shAit stompin redneck and EI don't give a Bfuck what you Ethink.
[Ending]
No Ewe don't give a fuck about yourB big bucks oAr what you thEink. No weC#meeee don't give aB flyin fuck what you thEink. FBuck yEou!
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