Intro: [D] Hammer on E string

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Cornbread and turnip greens, dixie cup of ol jim beam, huntin in the light and fishin 
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in the dark. 
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Never been a man to rely on words, never been afraid of a little dirt, and I can 
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guarentee my bites worse then my bark. 

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Southern man and damn sure proud, I like drinkin to much and gettin to loud, 
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cause there ain't nothin wrong with raisin just a little hell.
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Treat a lady like a lady, a man like a man, dont worry bout the things they don't 
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understand, I live life somewhere between the Church and the Jail.

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So lets roll down the windows, turn up that ole Hank, we'll hit the dirt road, 
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drive to fast, sit back and drink, think bout the life we all chose to lead, and then 
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say a little prayer for Outlaws just like me.


I love to hear the rain on my ole tin roof, Copenhagen Snuff and 90 proof, and I love 
it when my woman talks to me in a southern slang.  
Camo hats, cowboy boots, Robert E. Lee and my southern roots, and I love the way people 
raise hell when they here me sing.

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There ain't nothin better then the smell of pine, or anything south of the Dixon Line, 
from Biluxi, Mississippi, to the Talladega track.
Pretty boy country has it's place, stayin' in the lines and bein' saved, but you better 
watch out cause outlaws are comin' back.

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