C#m

[Verse 1]
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Yeah I was burnin' tread on a Ford flatbed before I ever turned 16
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There ain't a Daisy Duke girl in this country boy's world that ain't called my shotgun seat
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That liquor store with the cash only drawer looked past my fake ID
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They say everybody knows everybody, well they sure as hell know me


[Chorus]
                       E                    B               F#m
In that map dot town, 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee
       C#m                       E                   B                  F#m
Yeah I left black marks on every turn too sharp like Bo Duke in General Lee
            C#m                              E                       B               F#m
With all the hell I raised on these Cheatham County lanes, left some Church on every street
      E            B                 F#m
Every field, every road, every Copperhead Creek
                       C#m
Shoulda named it after me


[Verse 2]
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Sprayed my last name with some Burgess paint on a broke down train downtown
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Been covered up with some rain and some rust but damn it still stands out


[Chorus]
        C#m            E                    B               F#m
In that map dot town, 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee
       C#m                       E                   B                  F#m
Yeah I left black marks on every turn too sharp like Bo Duke in General Lee
            C#m                              E                       B               F#m
With all the hell I raised on these Cheatham County lanes, left some Church on every street
      E            B                 F#m
Every field, every road, every Copperhead Creek
N.C.                   C#m  E  B  F#m
Shoulda named it after me
                       C#m  E  B  F#m
Shoulda named it after me


[Verse 3]
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Let's start this Sunday morning, sun shinin' right down
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Up here in Cheatham county, yeah, we havin' Church now
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I'm only gon' tell y'all once, y'all better gather round
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You've got the legend with the future, ain't it right now
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We just some country boys spittin' a little game on 'em
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When you read the history books I bet you'll see our name on 'em
      F#m
Sing, Church


[Chorus]
        C#m            E                    B               F#m
In that map dot town, 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee
       C#m                       E                   B                  F#m
Yeah I left black marks on every turn too sharp like Bo Duke in General Lee
            C#m                              E                       B               F#m
With all the hell I raised on these Cheatham County lanes, left some Church on every street
      E            B                 F#m
Every field, every road, every Copperhead Creek
N.C.                   C#m  E  C#m  E
Shoulda named it after me
                       C#m  E  C#m
Shoulda named it after me