Upchurch – Real Country (Guitar)

 Dm
Caught up in the life of a modern day cowboy

  F
Riding that Harley like I had to go steal one

 C
Chasing that high of danger when I wake

 C
Dodging every single bullet that's fired my way

  Dm
A gun and mud linger on them county roads

          F
Southern boy tattoos from head to toe

    C
To hell with being pretty for the camera and phones

   C
I came to get dirty and I got one goal

    Dm
To leave out a legend by any means

          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems

          C
Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game

      Am7
Never еven tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm
To be the lone wolf of the country scene

         F
The new age men in black that the people need

             C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing

    Am7                     Dm    F
I'm only speaking for real country

                       C       Am7
Only speaking for rea-eall country

               Dm
Don't put your two cents in on what I should do

               F
Unless you've been whiskey bent, blaring Chris LeDoux

            C
Unless you got a couple scars for a story to prove

        Am7
Or the souls ain't worn in a pair of work boots

   Dm
I grew up a way that's getting erased

      F
Dixieland pride they wanna fade the face

             C
And stick a pretty boy in to get us replaced

               Am7
But you don't wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank

         Dm7
Running circles around y'all like Dale at Talladega

        F
Take a bite outta you like salt on tomatoes

       C
And I tell you how it is then you tuck your tail

        Am7
I ain't even gotta say it 'cause everybody could tell

     Dm
I'm leaving out a legend by any means

          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems

          C
Give 'em hell to the flames, charcoal thе game

      Am7
Never еven tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm
To be the lone wolf of the country scene

         F
The new age men in black that the people need

            Csus4            C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing

    A7sus4        Am7     Em7        F
I'm only speaking for rea-eal country

            C       Am7
Woh oh oh ohhhh-o-oh

   Dm7
A Copenhagen smile when I talk that smack

     F
Shotgun and a rifle hanging in the back

       C
Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back

           A
You'll be meeting the country boys if you burn that flag

       Dm
We're leaving out respected by any means

          F
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems

         C
Give em hell to the flames, charcoal the game

      A
Never even tryna fix my down home twang

   Dm7
To be the lone wolf of the country scene

         F
The new age men in black that the people need

             C
And ell 'em talk 'at shit to me means nothing

    Am7                     Dm7               F
I'm only speaking for real country (Woh oh oh oh)

                          Csus4  C   Am7
I'm only speaking for rea-eall  country

       Dm     F
Woh oh oh  oh oh

       C            Am7
Woh oh oh  oh oh oh oh

   A7        Dm
Oh oh  oh oh oh