Rodney Atkins - Tell a country boy

Now ^Dhe ain't much for talkin', but he means ^Emevery word he says And that ^Gcolor on his arms and neck ain't from no tanning ^Dbed ^DLeaves no doubt 'bout where he stands on a ^EmChevy or the Lord Yeah, you can ^Galways tell a country ^Dboy, yeah | ^D---

Now ^Dhis idea of heaven is home sweet ^Emhome east Tennessee But for a ^Ggirl like you he would pull up roots And move ^Gdown the ^F#road a ^Empiece ^D He'll ^Dalways take his own sweet time, if ^Emyou give him a choice Yeah, you can ^Galways tell a country boy ^D

Yeah, ^Gyou can always ^Dtell him but ^Ayou can't tell him ^Dmuch 'Cause ^Gall he's ever ^Dgonna be is ^Awho he always was A ^Bmcross between his ^Aold man and his ^Gmomma's pride and joy ^F#You can ^Emalways tell a ^Gcountry boy ^D| ^D---

He'll go ^Doff and take a long walk when he ^Emneeds some time to think Might ^Geven let you drive his truck when he's ^Ghad too ^F#much ^Emto ^Ddrink 'Bout as ^Dtrue blue as Old Glory waitin' ^Emout there on the porch Yeah, you can ^Galways tell a country boy ^D

Yeah, ^Gyou can always ^Dtell him, but ^Ayou can't tell him ^Dmuch Some- ^Gtimes his gears'll ^Dturn so slow, you ^Aswear they're gonna rust ^F#You can ^Emalways tell a ^Gcountry boy ^D

You can ^Cdrag him from the country every ^Bmnow and then But ^Emyou can't drag 'em forty acres ^Aout of him

Yeah, ^Gyou can always ^Dtell him, but ^Ayou can't tell him ^Dmuch He's ^Gon a fence about a ^F#lot of things, but on ^Ayou his mind's made up 'Cause he ^Bmswears there's nothin' ^Asweeter than the ^Gsweet sound of your voice ^F#You can ^Emalways tell a ^Acountry boy ^Bm

What- ^Aever's on your ^Gheart ^F#Now come ^Eon and tell this ^Acountry ^Dboy