Straight Outta Cold Beer Teclado

	  
Intro: A G D 

verse 1 
                A 
Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls’ children of the corn field 
                                            D 
Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill 

We wear the muddy boots, stay true to how we're raised 

Ain't nothin' bout us fake 

                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money 
         G                                                          D 
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) 
                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party 
G                                       D 
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere 
                          (STOP) 
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer 
                  D 
Straight outta of cold beer
 

verse 2 
                A 
Just a bunch of John Deere junkies getting funky to some old Hank 
G 
Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we came 
D 
We'll cut the rusty chain in the sun or in the rain 

Yeah, that's the kinda thing 

                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money 
         G                                                          D 
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) 
                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party 
G                                       D 
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere 
                          (STOP) 
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer 
                  A 
Straight outta of cold beer
 

BRIDGE A G D 

                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money 
         G                                                          D 
Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) 
                                    A 
You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party 
G                                       D 
All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere 
                          (STOP) 
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer 
                  A 
Straight outta of cold beer