• Violão
• Guitarra
• Teclado
• Cavaquinho
• Contra-baixo
• Bateria
• Gaita
• Guitar Pro

Tom: A
Intro: A 
 
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E A E G D E G D E G E D C ) 

Verso 1:
      A 
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,  

But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. 

I know how to work and how ta have fun,  

(Stop)

I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun 
        D 
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,  
 A 
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer. 
 
 
            E                                     A  (STOP) 
That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die,  C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 
 
(Intro)

Verso 2:
    A 
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes,  

She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots. 

She can dance to the music, all night long,  
        (STOP) 
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone. 
 
 
           D 
She likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, Rap, Pop, and Soul,  
 A 
Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll. 
        E                                        A 
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 
   
(F#  B  E  A)

Ponte:
     D 
You might not know it by the way we talk,  
    A 
We might not show it by the way we walk, 
           E                                  A 
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 
            E                                        A  (STOP) 
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die   C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 
 

 E 

       A   (STOP) 
I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 
 
Outro: 
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