Keys To The Country chords by Upchurch

• Difficulty: Beginner

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

♫ Chorus:

Cm                Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm              Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
     Cm             Cm
I  got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’
   Cm                Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker



♫ Verse:

Cm                   Cm
My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that
     Cm                      Cm
Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah
Cm                Cm
Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods
     Cm                      Cm
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good
Cm                  Cm
Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines
  Cm             Cm
The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line
Cm
Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines
  Cm
But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time
  Cm
The backroad threat drippin' off my mind
      Cm
Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine
Cm
And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live
    Cm
This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child
Cm
Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time
    Cm
Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Cm
Just listen for that Rover
Cm
Be aware of that smoke
   Cm
Just know there ain’t another one of me
   Cm
When it ends it's all that I wrote

♫ Chorus:

     Cm           Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm               Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
     Cm             Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
   Cm                Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

Post-♫ Chorus:

     Cm          Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm              Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
     Cm          Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
   Cm                Cm         Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr

♫ Verse 2:

      Cm
Stay rich, it’s the big ballin'
  Cm                  Cm
Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
Cm               Cm
Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf
Cm                  Cm
If you don't like my people, tell the game
N.C.
They can all leave
   Cm              Cm
Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot
Cm              Cm
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Cm             Cm
Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked
Cm               Cm
We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
     Cm            Cm
It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin'
   Cm                Cm
Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin'
  Cm       Cm
Ha-ha, they say I flex too much
        Cm
Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should
N.C.
Get you some

♫ Chorus:

     Cm           Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm               Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
     Cm             Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
   Cm                Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

Post-♫ Chorus:

     Cm          Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm              Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
     Cm          Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
   Cm                Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker