Intro: D A D D A D D D A D Verse: D D A D I'd rather be seven beers deep with a Coleman cooler propping up my feet D D A D D My ass in a lawn chair floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker D D I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind A D Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line D D A D Waitin' on them greenheads to Do a fly by lip full of tobacco
Chorus: D D A D When I hear you bitch at me D D A It makes me think of all the D Places I'd rather be D D A D Verse: D D A D I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo D D A D Workin' like a dog livin' in a single-wide, yes I would D D I'd rather be stuck at your mama's A D Watchin' midday re-runs of her favorite dramas D D A D Wearin' my pajamas neck deep in Days Of Our Lives Chorus: D D A D When I hear you bitch at me D D A It makes me think of all the D D D A Places I'd rather beee D D D A D Yeah all the places I'd rather be Verse: D D Awww let me hear it how I leave my clothes on the floor A D Track dirt through the door and don't bother cleanon' up D D A D Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was Chorus: D D A D When I hear you bitch at me D D A It makes me think of all the D Places I'd rather be D D A D When I hear you bitch at me D D A It makes me think of all the D Places I'd rather be Outro: D D A D D D A D D There a lot of places I'd rather be
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