Creed Fisher – Old School (Guitar)

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Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye

   C                    G
Is that so hard to do?

G                 C
Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies

G              D
Son, just tell the truth

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There's rumors going round all around town

C                         C
You've been talking shit

G                        G
You say I can't play and ya say I can't sing

       C                   D
And my songs they won't be hits

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I've never been a violent man

    C                       C
I'd rather be drinkin' beer

G                        G
But that's the name Granddaddy gave me

    C           G  D
And let me make it clear

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You're gonna shut.. your mouth

C               C
Or say it to my face

             D          D
Or I'm gonna use.. your ass

       A                   A
Like a broom to sweep this place

          D            C
Go on and call up your friends

G          C       D      D
You better bring a few

      D                       D        A
Cause I come from a different time

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Where the men were all Old School

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I've seen your kind a thousand times

C                  C
All baby faced and cute

G              G
No calluses on your hands

   C                D        Dm
No scuffs upon your boots

D                      D
You probably think the holler

     C                C
Is a rap song in your car

G                        G
You don't know the first damn thing

      C                   D
About playing these smoky bars

             D           D
You're gonna shut.. your mouth

C               C
Or say it to my face

             D           D
Or I'm gonna use... your ass

       A                   A
Like a broom to sweep this place

   D                   C
Go on and call up your friends

G                C        D        D
You better bring a few

D                             D          A
Cause I come from a different time

      A                    D          D       D       D
Where the men were all Old School

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I don't care if you wanna speak your mind, son

C                            C
If you got somethin' to say

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All I ask you stand up, and grow some balls and say it to my face

D                       D
Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son

C                          C
You're still talking shit

G                                         G
You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here

                                   C           G
and it's gonna be "talk shit - get hit"

             D            D
You're gonna shut... your mouth

C               C
Or say it to my face

             D            D
Or I'm gonna use.... your ass

       A                   A
Like a broom to sweep this place

          D            C
Go on and call up your friends

G          C       D        D
You better bring a few

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Cause I come from a different time

      A                    D            D
Where the men were all Old School

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I come from a different time

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Cause my Granddaddy sure was Old School

D                   D
It's up to you, son

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It's "talk shit - get hit"

               D                  D
What's that? I don't hear nothin'

             D
Yeah, that's what I thought

D           D
I'm waiting