Upchurch – Country Girls (Guitar)

   C
I cut my exhaust to make her turn her head

      F
Them smiley face KC lights made her laugh

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And I spent my last dollar just to take her home

         C
Drivin' back after curfew, hopin' and prayin'

      F
The sheriff wouldn't pull me over, call my parents

          C                                       F
But if he did, oh well, tomorrow I'ma do it all again

 F
Just like every weekend

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped

      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch

       C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was

         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks

         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above

       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love

     C                             F
One thing I know that I thank God for

 F                   C
And that's country girls

C
Sweeter than tea, way out of my league

         F
Gave my truck horsepower when she climbed in my seat

      C
My F-250 was a midnight train

          F
Coverin' up the smell of Coors with your White Rain

       C
Wakin' up these neighbors with southern rock and roll

          F
'Til the needle reads E or the cops get called

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped

      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch

       C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was

         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks

         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above

       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love

      C                            F
One thing I know that I thank God for

F
And that's country girls

Am
In every small town

G          F
There's a down-home Dixie dime

          Am                   G
And that passenger side truck door

          F
Has been slammed about a thousand times

          Dm                     Em
That's a hundred goodbyes, times 10 more rides

 F                         G
And only one girl on your mind

     C
Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped

      F
We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch

      C
Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was

         F
I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks

         C
We were restless, reckless, and all the above

       F
Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love

     C                             F
One thing I know that I thank God for

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And that's country girls