Old School chords by Creed Fisher

Key: D

♫ Intro:

D D D D
D D D D



♫ Verse :

D                           D
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
D                          D
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
D                         D
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

♫ Chorus:

             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



♫ Verse :

D                              D
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

♫ Chorus:

             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



♫ Verse :

D                               D
I don't care if you wanna speak your mind, son
C                            C
If you got somethin' to say
G                                G                                D       D
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"

♫ Chorus:

             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     Dm      A
Cause I come from a different time
      A                    D            D
Where the men were all Old School
D                       D          A      A
I come from a different time
A                        A       D        A      D
Cause my Granddaddy sure was Old School

♫ Outro:

D                   D
It's up to you, son
D                          D     D
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 D D
D D D D
D D D D
D D D D
D D D D
D D D D
D D
D           D
I'm waiting