Country Country chords by HARDY

Key: D Minor

🎸 Intro:

 Dm A  G Dm

🎸 Verse:
 Dm
Another high rise on the outskirts
       A
Makin' all that hard hat noise
                G
They got the concrete creepin' like a cottonmouth
               Dm
sneakin' too close for a good ol' boy

               Dm
They turned a two to a four to a six lane
          A
Turnin' barbed wire into walls
             G
I'm just a cold beer drinkin' redneck,
                           Dm
but I'm thinkin' I might know a way to fix it all





🎸 Chorus:
            Dm
I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
           A
Turn every too big city to a small town
              G
Put all them slicks in the sticks
                             Dm
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
                         Dm
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland
               A
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand?
           G
If it was up to me
   G                             Dm
I'd make the whole damn country country

🎸 Verse:
  Dm
I'm talkin' suppertime growin' in the backyard
     A
Mandatory porch rockin' chairs
           G
Make evеrybody work hard for their money so
                  Dm
Nobody goes and robs somеbody for theirs

           Dm
Saturday night, burn the fire like a sip off the shine
  A
Sunday, sing a hymn, catch a brim on the line
       G
Every map would be a bunch of dots
          Dm
If it was my redneck ass callin' the shots





🎸 Chorus:
            Dm
I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
           A
Turn every too big city to a small town
              G
Put all them slicks in the sticks
                             Dm
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
                         Dm
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland
               A
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand?
           G
If it was up to me
   G                             Dm
I'd make the whole damn country country

🎸 Bridge:
  Dm
Next time you lock your doors
                                              A
Or when you gotta drive half an hour out of town to see a star up in the sky
   G
Sittin' in traffic, catching hell from your boss
 Dm
Tell me we wouldn't be better off

🎸 Chorus:
            Dm
I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
           A
Turn every too big city to a small town
              G
Put all them slicks in the sticks
                             Dm
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
                             Dm
But what if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland
               A
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand?
           G
If it was up to me
   G                             Dm
I'd make the whole damn country country