Key: D minor
Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
and look him in the eye
G
Gsus2
D
Is that so hard to do?
G
Gsus2
Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies
D
Am
Son, just tell the truth
Verse 2
all around town
G
Gsus2
You've been talking shit
G
D
You say I can't play and
you say I can't sing
G
D
Am
And my songs, they won't be hits
Verse 3
Granddaddy gave me
G
D
Am
A
And let me make it clear
Verse 4
A
Am
Or I'm gonna use your ass
A
Am
G
Go on and call up your friends
D
Gsus2
Am
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from
Verse 5
Where the men were all old school
A
Am
I've seen your kind a thousand times
G
Am
No scuffs upon your boots
Verse 6
D
F#m
You don't know the first damn thing
G
Am
About playing these smokey bars
Verse 7
Am
A
G
Go on and call up your friends
D
G
Am
You better bring a few
Interlude 1
Where the men were all old school
Am
Verse 8
your mind, son
Am
G
son
You're still talking shit
money to get back over here
And it's gonna be "talk shit,
get hit"
G
D
Verse 9
E
Am
You're gonna shut your mouth
A
Am
Or I'm gonna use your ass
A
E
Like a broom to sweep this place
A
Am
G
Go on and call up your friends
D
G
Am
A
You better bring a few
Am
A
Am
Where the men were all old school
'Cause my Granddaddy sure
E
Am
Verse 10
This "talk shit, get hit"
What you said? I don't hear nothin'
Am
A
Am
A
Am
I'm waiting
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