Podunk chords by Trey Pendley

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: G

Intro:

G


Verse 1:
G
I'm the son of a third generation drunk
G
Mama loved us even more with an empty cup,
C
Three on a tree driving grandpappy's ranger
G
Up to the liquor store stocking up for later
G

Fight ring after school in a wheat field
G
Corn-fed fellas thinking they's a big deal
C
Cops rolled up, swore they'd shut us down
     G
Till Officer Johnson dropped Hunter to the ground
D7
Yeah, we were just a bunch of rowdy-ass kids
      C                                   G
Still doing what we did, doing podunk shit


Chorus:
C
Ready or not, here I am
       G
Just a skoal-ringing, beer-drinking Arkansas man
      C
Don't worry come Sunday He'll forgive you of your sins
           G
It's fixin to get-rowdy in this son of a bitch
     D7
It's hard to believe but we sure as hell did
C                                 G
Grow up in the sticks doing podunk shit


Verse 2:
G
Find a limb, find a chain, pull the motor out
G
Never fix it, just forget it, leave it hanging around
C
John's getting tatted by his neighbor in a trailer
G
Revival of the heathens in black around his ankle
        D7
Sisters toking out an apple, Daddy's getting pissed
     C                             G
This whole damn house doing podunk shit


Chorus:
C
Ready or not, here I am
       G
Just a skoal-ringing, beer-drinking Arkansas man
      C
Don't worry come Sunday He'll forgive you of your sins
           G
It's fixin to get-rowdy in this son of a bitch
     D7
It's hard to believe but we sure as hell did
C                                 G
Grow up in the sticks doing podunk shit


Verse 3:
G
From the Rockies to the swamps of Louisiana
G
It's safe to say that I've always been a big fan
   C
Of hometown folks with just enough crazy
G
With their own spin on biscuits and gravy
D7
People everywhere just being who they is
C                                 G
All around the world doing podunk shit


Chorus:
C
Ready or not, here I am
       G
Just a skoal-ringing, beer-drinking Arkansas man
      C
Don't worry come Sunday He'll forgive you of your sins
           G
It's fixin to get-rowdy in this son of a bitch
     D7
It's hard to believe but we sure as hell did
C                                 G
Grow up in the sticks doing podunk shit


Outro:
G