Blue Collar chords by Jonathan Hutcherson

🎸 Intro:

Yeah



🎸 Verse 1:
Gm                C
My papa smoked Marlboros
C                              G
For forty years, yeah, keepin' that window down
Gm                C
He lived by just a few roads
C                                  G
Stay humble, work hard, make your mama proud
Gm                               C
Had a shoulder you can lean on
C                                                   G
And that wrap-around screened-in porch you could swing on
Gm                                   C
If you needed a prayer, he'd always say one
C                                          G
Head bowed, no doubt, he knew where it all came from

🎸 Chorus:
 Gm                        C                                C                                       G
My kind of people are the ones who Go to work
Go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)
 Gm                     C                              C                                   G
My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean
 Gm                        C                        C                     G
Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar
                          Gm                           C
Thеre ought to be a sign when you roll up
                                 C                                           G            Gm C
Wеlcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar (Yeah, come on)
                      C                   G
The red letter, white picket, blue collar

🎸 Verse 2:
My mama did a lot with the little
She always had an extra spot at the table
And my daddy was a man of few words
When he talked, there was always a lesson learned
He said to keep the oil changed to keep the truck rollin'
And you can tell the tree by the fruit it's growin'

🎸 Chorus:
My kind of people are the ones who Go to work
Go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)
My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean
Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar
There ought to be a sign when you roll up
Welcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar (Alright, come on)
The red letter, white picket, blue collar

🎸 Bridge:
When I feel like I'm losin' my mind
And my heart needs a place to unwind
I just Go in at I-65 (Yeah)
Yeah, those are my kind, those are my kind, yeah

🎸 Chorus:
My kind of people are the ones who Go to work
Go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)
My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean
Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar
There ought to be a sign when you roll up
Welcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar
Yeah, the red letter, white picket, blue collar