D                   C                  D          C
In these hills the whippoorwills all talk, uh-hmm
D                              C              D       C
Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uh-hmm
D                            C                   D                        C
These old tools found in shallow creek beds and sterlin' silver in the dirt
D                        C                    D                     C
Turns the past into a southern charm and my red ain't covered by dirt


[Chorus]
C     D    C
Whoa-oh
C     D    C
Whoa-oh
C     D       C
Whoa-woah
C     D    C
Whoa-oh


[Verse 2]
D                      C                 D                 C
If your truck breaks down these county lines will get you home
D                      C                      D                           C
But if you post some shit on me you'll land yourself in God's big green earth
D                                      C                            D                       C
Because my daddy said don't start no trouble young, man but don't take none from no damn one
D                         C                    D                C
So I just sing my music, pay my bills, got a shotgun and a hearse
D                           C                  D                      C
I turned the past into a southern charm and my red ain't covered by dirt


[Chorus]
C     D    C
Whoa-oh
C     D    C
Whoa-oh
C      D     C
Whoa-woah
C     D    C
Whoa-oh


[Guitar Solo]
D C

[Chorus]
C     D   C
Whoa-oh
C     D   C
Whoa-oh
C     D     C
Whoa-woah
C     D   C
Whoa-oh