What You Think chords by Rebel Son

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Intro:
e|------------------0--------------------------------------------------------|
BB|-8--5--7p5---5------3-0----------------------------------------------------|
G+G|-----------6------------3-2-0----------------------------------------------|
D MajorD|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A augmentedA|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E MajorE|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|


(0:05)
E MajorE

(0:13) (play an E MajorE chord and reach for the G+G with your pinky)
E MajorE G+G E MajorE
E G+G E MajorE
E G+G E MajorE
E G+G E MajorE
E G+G E MajorE E
A augmentedA

(0:21)
E MajorE

Verse 1:
E MajorE
In this day and age, Lifestyles ain't all the same.

Everybody's lookin for somebody else to blame.
   A augmentedA
But nothing irritates me worse than you hear you rich folks whine.
     E MajorE
You're addicted to wealth and to yourself,you're addicted to the dollar sign.
  BB
You put me down cause I was raised
     A augmentedA
Just a little bit different from you,
    E MajorE
Well I work with my hands and respect my lands,
    BB       E MajorE
I'm trustee tried and true.


Verse 2:
     E MajorE
You get up to go to work, put on your pretty suit and tie,

Well I put on a beat up shirt, work boots, and faded old levi's.
  A augmentedA
I grind my fucking knuckles to the bone to make ends meet.
     E MajorE
So I'm glad that you get mad, when I drive fast down your street.
   BB
You get pissed off cause we like being
   A augmentedA
Mad all over town.
       E MajorE
Well you can go to hell cause my Rebel Yell
BB        E MajorE
Volume don't go down.

Chorus:
        A augmentedA
We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
        E MajorE
And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
  A augmentedA
A majorA simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
   BB
I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
    A augmentedA
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
     E MajorE
But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
      BB             A augmentedA
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E MajorE       BB       E MajorE
I don't give a fuck what you think.


Verse 3:
   E MajorE
You snobby mr. Monebags have people you call friends,

But when it came down to it, you'd probly be to greedy to help them.
      A augmentedA
Well I've got more buddies for whom I'd put my life on the line,
     E MajorE
Cause I know they'd do the same for me if I was ever in a bind.
   BB                 A augmentedA
Well your heart is made from parts that come from a septic tank,
     E MajorE                       BB         E MajorE
When you kids don't earn you'll start to burn, you can take that to the bank.


Verse 4:
   E MajorE
You read the Wall Street Journal, sippin champagne in your limosine,

Well I'll be alright with a cold Bud Light and a hot rod magazine.
     A augmentedA
You all love your bmw's and Porches that you drive,
     E MajorE
Well my gas guzzling '67 Bowtie suits me fine.
   BB                 A augmentedA
So keep in mind you pretty kids that think you're all so cool,
     E MajorE                 BB          E MajorE
Just remember we're the ones that beat the shit out of you in school.


Chorus:
        A augmentedA
We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
        E MajorE
And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
  A augmentedA
A majorA simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
   BB
I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
    A augmentedA
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
     E MajorE
But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
      BB             A augmentedA
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E MajorE       BB       E MajorE
I don't give a fuck what you think.


Solo:
A augmentedA | A augmentedA | E MajorE | E MajorE | A augmentedA | A augmentedA | BB | BB
A augmentedA | A augmentedA | E MajorE | E MajorE | BB | A augmentedA |E MajorE BB | E MajorE


Verse 5:
   E MajorE
You like to play crochet, talk politics and vanity.

Well the grand ol' opry on saturday night on the radio's fine with me.
   A augmentedA
I may not have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
     E MajorE
But I'm proud to be a no bullshit boy from down south.
   BB           A augmentedA
I'm 100% workin man that's what I'll always be,
     E MajorE                  BB           E MajorE
So you upper class can kiss my ass cause you ain't worth a shit to me.


Chorus:
        A augmentedA
We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
        E MajorE
And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
  A augmentedA
A majorA simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
   BB
I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
    A augmentedA
I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
     E MajorE
But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
      BB             A augmentedA
Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
E MajorE       BB       E MajorE
I don't give a fuck what you think.


Ending:
  E MajorE               BB      A augmentedA      E MajorE
No we don't give a fuck about your big bucks or what you think.
   C# minorC#m       BB           E MajorE
No weeeee don't give a flyin fuck what you think.
 BB  E MajorE
Fuck you!


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