How 'Bout You

[A]I know where I come [D]from, how bout [A]you    [D]
I don't [A]need baggy clothes or [D]rings in my nose to be [A]cool  [D]
The [A]scars on my knuckles match the [D]scuffs on these cowboy [A]boots   [D]
And [A]there's a whole lot more like [D]me, how bout [A]you

I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top...How bout you?
I ain't got no blue blood trust fund I can dip into.
Yeah I wish uncle Sam would dive a damn about the man whose collar is blue.
But if he don't hell i'll make it on my own...How bout you?

How bout [G]you
[D]Do you feel the way I [A]do
To tell the [G]truth [D]I think we're the chosen [A]few
But that's just [G]me.[D]..How bout [A]you