Cypress Spring — Way Of Life

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[Intro]

Bm Em A
Bm Em A

[Chorus]

             Bm                       G
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
   Em                     A
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
    Bm                        G
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
 Em                                A
'Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
              Bm
It’s a way of life

[Verse 1]

Bm                      G
Hitting them back roads ridin' around with my kin folk
Em
Can’t much change we stayed the same
A
Them country boys gon' maintain
  Bm                  G
We run dogs, outlaws, spot light, gig frogs
Em
Out here these mud bogs
A
Sitting high on them white walls
Bm
We jacked up in our pick ups
      G
Got a dime holdin' my spit cup
   Em
She like it when I hit four low
         A
Slingin' rooster tails to the tree top
Bm
Look at her say "Let's roll"
    G
She looked at me and say "Hell yeah"
Em                     A
Certified country girl you know we gon' raise hell
   Bm
And we out here still gettin' it
G
Backwoods still livin' it
Em
Working hard for what we got
A
Cash flow, still spendin' it
    Bm
Yeah,me and my boys turn up for there
G
Turn down for what
Em
Hop in the Chevy crank it up
A
Hit a back road we

[Chorus]
              Bm                      G
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
  Em                      A
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
    Bm                        G
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
 Em                                A
'Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
                  Bm
It’s a way of life (Oh whoa)
     G
Hell yeah (Oh whoa)
               Em
This ain't the city (Oh whoa)
      A                       Bm
Round here it’s a way of life (Oh whoa)
     G
Hell naw (Oh whoa)
            Em
Y'all ain't ready (Oh whoa)
A
Round here it’s a way of life

[Verse 2]

Bm                        G
Me and that ol' back road keep swervin' around these tall pines
Em                      A
Find a spot, pop a top, and take a sip of that apple pie
Bm
I just love the slow pace of livin' down south
       Em                        A
Hope I die of old age and buried right here at the house
Bm                                    G
Buddy my bloodline my last name ain’t shit changed about me
          Em                            A
With that shotgun ain’t got to aim keep drankin' 'til I can’t see
       Bm                              B
Livin' way back in the sticks, nah I’m good right where I'm at
      Em                             A
Y'all city folk keep rolling on, hey y'all ain’t got to come back
         Bm                      G
Yeah I’m country as a blue tick, boy I thought I told y'all
      Em                            A
Ain’t ridin' with no new chick, I’m rollin' with my road dog
Bm                               G
Way on past the railroad tracks, there’s a road up in the back
  Em                            A
It winds around away from town, then dwindles down to a two path
Bm                             G
Ridin' around them flat woods, sippin' on that act good
   Em                           A
We jack 'em up and jack em out, ride 'em out like a Lac should
Bm                             G
All my life I been broke, like white trash it’s a big joke
Em                                    A
Grew up countin' them fence posts and takin' care of our kinfolk

[Chorus]
              Bm                      G
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
   Em                     A
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
   Bm                             G
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
 Em                                A
'Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
                   Bm
It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
     G
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
              Em
This ain't the city (oh whoa)
      A                      Bm
Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa)
     G
Hell naw (oh whoa)
            Em
Y'all ain't ready (oh whoa)
      A
Round here it’s a way of life

[Verse 3]
Bm
Flingin' up mud through the country side
G
Tearin' up jars of that apple pie
Em
Ain’t a damn thing changed we stayin' the same
A
It’s a country boy way of life
Bm
Kickin' up dust just me and my crew
Bm
Keg full of beer with nothin' to do
Em
Sittin' back watching time fly
A
It’s a country boy way of life

[Chorus]
              Bm                      G
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
  Em                      A
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
    Bm                       G
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
 Em                                A
'Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
                   Bm
It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
     G
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
              Em
This ain't the city (oh whoa)
      A                     Bm
Round here it’s a way of life (oh whoa)
     G
Hell naw (oh whoa)
            Em
Y'all ain't ready (oh whoa)
      A
Round here it’s a way of life		
    

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