Date: 4/10/97; 2:47:46 PM
From: Cccschw@aol.com
Subject: C-O-U-N-T-R-Y  By: Joe Diffy

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
By: Joe Diffy
From: Charlie Schweitzer (CccSchw@AOL.Com)



(Intro)  A  (NOTES:  E A E G D E G D E G E D C)
                   A
(1st Verse)  I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car, 
But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.
I know how to work and how ta have fun, 
      (STOP)
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
        D
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, 
 A
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.


            E                                     A  (STOP)
That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die,  C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


INTRO
                 A
(2nd Verse)  My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes, 
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.
She can dance to the music, all night long, 
        (STOP)
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone.


           D
She likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, Rap, Pop, and Soul, 
 A
Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll.
        E                                        A
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


(LEAD)  F#  B  E  A


               D
(Bridge)  You might not know it by the way we talk, 
    A
We might not show it by the way we walk,
           E                                  A
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
            E                                        A  (STOP)
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die   C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


(LEAD)  E
       A   (STOP)
I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y


(OUTRO)  A........   D  C  A  D  A