Straight Outta Cold Beer chords by Blake Shelton

Straight Outta Cold Beer by Blake Shelton

Intro:: A, G, D

Verse 1:
                A
Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls? children of the corn field
                                            D
Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill

We wear the muddy boots, stay true to how we're raised

Ain't nothin' bout us fake

CHORUS:
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
         G                                                          D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G                                       D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
                          (STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
                  D
Straight outta of cold beer

Verse 2:
                A
Just a bunch of John Deere junkies getting funky to some old Hank
G
Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we came
D
We'll cut the rusty chain in the sun or in the rain

Yeah, that's the kinda thing

CHORUS:
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
         G                                                          D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G                                       D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
                          (STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
                  A
Straight outta of cold beer

BRIDGE A, G, D:

CHORUS:
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
         G                                                          D
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir)
                                    A
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party
G                                       D
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere
                          (STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
                  A
Straight outta of cold beer