D Am F G D

D               Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F        G                      D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D               Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F        G                      D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D               Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F        G                      D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D               Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F        G                      D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)


[Verse]

D               Am
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
F        G                      D
And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man
D               Am
Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan
F        G                      D
And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)
D               Am
He said we need to take it back to the root of it
F        G                      D
I put on for the country, that's the truth of it
D               Am
I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it
F        G                      D
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
D               Am
We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate
F        G                      D
Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"
D               Am
A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)
F        G                      D
Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)
D               Am
The generation of people that love 2Pac
F        G                      D
And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks
D               Am
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
F        G                      D
Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah


[Chorus]

D               Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F        G                      D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D               Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F        G                      D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D               Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F        G                      D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D               Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F        G                      D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)


[Verse 2]

[Colt Ford] + (Bubba Sparxxx)
D               Am
See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while
F        G                      D
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
D               Am
Hollywood look good, full of fake frieds
F        G                      D
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
D               Am
Time heals, one fell, one came up
F        G                      D
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
D               Am
A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em
F        G                      D
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)
D               Am
So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate
F        G                      D
Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
D               Am
Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait
F        G                      D
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K


[Chorus]
D               Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F        G                      D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D               Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F        G                      D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D               Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F        G                      D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D               Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F        G                      D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)


[Verse 3]

[Bubba Sparxxx] + {Colt Ford}
D               Am
E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)
F        G                      D
Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)
D               Am
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
F        G                      D
We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}
D               Am
We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
F        G                      D
Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)
D               Am
Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)
F        G                      D
This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)
D               Am
Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though
F        G                      D
You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go
D               Am
12-pointer hangin right above the mantle
F        G                      D
You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)

[Chorus]

D               Am
Country fried, baptized in gravy
F        G                      D
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
D               Am
No matter how far that highway goes
F        G                      D
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
D               Am
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
F        G                      D
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
D               Am
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
F        G                      D
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)