Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse: A E7 D A I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console. A E7 Got a twelve pack in the back in my oil field camo cooler, D A got it ice cold. A E7 I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home. D A There ain't but one thing that I wanna do. E7 A E7 Is get down where the river bends on the sandbar with my friends D A and drown these roughneck blues.
Chorus: A Drop the gate on the truck, A D Turn the radio on. A E7 A Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E7 Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D A And when the sun falls out of sight, A E7 A You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight. A E A Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. Verse: A E7 D A You got some pretty southern women dancing around in their bare feet. A E7 D A And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me. A E7 And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid E7 A cause they're hiding my wondering eyes. A E7 I spend my hard-earned money on these hicktown honeys. A Y'all welcome to the good life. Chorus: A Drop the gate on the truck, A D Turn the radio on. A E7 A Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E7 Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D A And when the sun falls out of sight, A E7 A You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight. A E A Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. Bridge: E7 A All we wanna do is have us a good time. A E7 A A little whiskey, a little beer, a little bit of that apple pie moonshine. Chorus: A Drop the gate on the truck, A D Turn the radio on. A E7 A Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." A E7 Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank D A And when the sun falls out of sight, A E7 A You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight. A E A Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right. Outro: D Dsus4 D A E7 A Oh we're gettin right tonight!
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