Don't We
Recorded by Morgan Wallen
Album: I�fm The Problem (2025)

(Non Capo)

(Intro.)
|(F) / (Am) / |(G) / / / |

(Verse 1)
(F) Wouldn't trade this holler for a (Am)stone-cold million dollars
My (G)green all comes blue collar, and I'm all good with that
(F) This world's been changin�f, but these (Am)folks 'round here, they ain't been
They (G)all still windshield wavin' when they slow rollin' paststyle='font-size:1px;color:#ffffff;'>
 
(Pre-Chorus)
(F)We could live a lit-(Am)tle higher on the hog
(G) But I don't think that we'd be no better off
 
(Chorus)
(F) Not everybody got (Am) that spot out in the forty
(G) Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy
(F) Fridays in parkin' lots (Am) outside of somewhere holy
(G) Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?
(F) Still workin' hard like my (Am)daddy told me
Still keepin' (G)lowkey, still ridin' high behind them low beams
(F) If you don't know about (Am) this nowhere, you don't know me
(G) Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?
 
(Instrumental)
|(F) / (Am) / |(G) / / / |

(Verse 2)
(F) It might be simple, but these (Am)two lanes, they're my temple
And that (G)river rollin' gentle wash my worries away
(F) I used to hate it, but I (Am)travel lots of pavements
And there (G)ain't no better places at the end of the day
 
(Pre-Chorus)
So I (F)pass the play and thank the (Am) Lord he put me here
(G) And pray that times like mine don't ever disappear
 
(Chorus)
(F) Not everybody got (Am) that spot out in the forty
(G) Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy
(F) Fridays in parkin' lots (Am) outside of somewhere holy
(G) Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?
(F) Still workin' hard like my (Am)daddy told me
Still (G)keepin' lowkey, still ridin' high behind them low beams
(F) If you don't know about (Am) this nowhere, you don't know me
(G) Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?
 
(Instrumental)
|(F) / (Am) Yeah |(G) / / But we do, don't we? / |(F) / (Am) / |(G) / /
 
(Bridge)
Not everybody (F)takes off their hat
(Am)Stands for the flag that them (G)boys overseas got on their sleeve
Not everybody (F)dies where they're born
Takes a (Am)field full of corn and (G)turns it into whiskey, say it with me
Yeah, we do, don't we?
 
(Chorus)
(F) Not everybody got (Am) that spot out in the forty
(G) Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy
(F) Fridays in parkin' lots (Am) outside of somewhere holy
(G) Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?
(F) Still workin' hard like (Am) my daddy told me
Still (G)keepin' lowkey, still ridin' high behind them low beams
(F) If you don't know about (Am) this nowhere, you don't know me
(G) Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?
(F) Yeah, but we do, don't we?
(F) Not everybody got (Am) that spot out in the forty (G) (But we do, don't we?)
(F) Fridays in parkin' lots (Am) outside of somewhere holy
(G) Not everybody likes this kind of life
But (NC)we do, don't we? - - - - -