Tom: Am
C Am C Am
[Verse 1]
C
I ain't the best singer or the best lookin'
Am
Ain't got a plan to make people listen to me
C
Ain't no designer tellin' me what to wear
Am
I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair
C
My claim to fame is a story in a page
Am
Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain
C
From a day I lived and turned into a song
Am
As I sit on a porch gettin' stoned at my farm
C
29 years old, out livin' in a dream
Am
Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams
C
But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep
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I love my upbringin' and I ain't ashamed
[Chorus]
C F
That I claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
C F
And I claim the rеbel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
C F
And I claim evеry good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of
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It ain't how I dress, naw it ain't how I sing
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It's how I tell 'em what I claim
[Verse 2]
C
There'll never be another Johnny Cash
Am
But I feel like him when I'm pissed-off mad
C
In one of my muscle cars goin' way too fast
Am
Not worried if a deer even kills my ass
C
Then after a few miles, I quit bein' so wreckless
Am
Light me up a roach while I'm listenin' to Elvis
C
Like a hound dog hangin' out the window
Am
Still holdin' my soul 'cause the devil can't get it
C
Yeah, music ain't money 'round here, no sir
Am
It's the blood in our veins and a flag on the porch
C
Red with a blue circle, holdin' three bright stars
F
In the 615, ask who we are
[Chorus]
C F
They'll say we claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
C F
Yeah, we claim the rebel flags, flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
C F
And we claim every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos that he's still proud of
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Yeah, it ain't how we dress, and it ain't how we sing, it's how we tell 'em what we claim
C F
And hell naw, we ain't ashamed
[Bridge]
C
Hopefully, one day, long from now
C
Way in the future, when I'm underground
C
A rebel child will discover the sound
F
Of a Nashville-born, redneck loud-mouth
[Chorus]
C F
And say that he claimed the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
C F
Yeah, he claimed the rebel flags, flyin' high off his truck and he didn't get scared
C F
And he claimed every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos like he had on his arm
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Yeah, it ain't how he dressed, and it ain't how he sang, it's how he told 'em what he claimed
