Kip Moore – Thats Alright With Me (Guitar)

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  Everybody knows I like whiskey

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  Prefera-bly from Tennessee

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  But if you hand me an ice cold beer, or some red wine

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Or some moonshine, or one of them fruity drinks

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Hell, that's al-right with me

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  God knows I love women

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  The devil knows they make me weak

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  And I might find the right one, and settle down in a little town

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  Or I might just stay wild and free

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And that's al-right with me

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I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women

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And for that I make no apologies

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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie

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  And if you do or don't like what you see

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That's al-right with me

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  There's nothing quite like the ocean

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  With a little tent  and a little beach

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  And I like sitting 'round the campfire with my guitar

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And if some-body wants to pass around some green

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Hell, that's al-right with me

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I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women

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And for that I make no apologies

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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie

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  And if you do or don't like what you see

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Hell, that's al-right with me

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  I just slip on my cheap sun-glasses

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  And let the world go do its thing (that's right)

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  And even if it's all just death and taxes

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  Well, that's alright with me

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I like whiskey and tight denim on good hearted women

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And for that I make no apologies

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Call me country, call me hippie, the wildcat from Dixie

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  And if you do or don't like what you see

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Hell, that's al-right with me

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That's al-right with me