Not Everybody Likes Us

[A]   [D]

 D Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin'
It's good to be in your local bar  A again.
So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud,
Have a damn good time until the show's at an'  D end.
Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes, I'm tired,
But I'm doin' the best that I  G can.
So let's have a drink and a  D glum with Hank,
An' may the  A outlaws rise  D again.

 [D] Well I'm [A] son of [A]  [G] son.  [C]   [G]
I've gotten shit for what I've said an'  D done.
Well, I remember watchin' ol'  A Waylon,
When he was shootin' his D  shotgun.
It's a certain kinda  [G] livin',  [C]   [G]
It's a certain kinda  D style.
Not everybody  A likes us,
But we we drive some folks  D wild.

[G] [C] [G]    [D]   [A]   [D] x2

 [D] Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel,
Of a double-barrel loaded shot A gun,
Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music,
On ninety-eight-point- [D] one.
Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone,
Kid Rock don't come from where I come  [G] from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't  [D] no son of Hank:
If you  A thought so, god-damn, you're fucking  [D] dumb.

 [D] So let's get real  [G] loud:  [C]  [G]
Let's get stoned and  [D] proud.
Pour me another shot of  A whiskey,
An' this one's for the  [D] south.
It's a certain kinda  [G] livin',  [C]   [G]
It's a certain kinda  [D] style.
Not everybody  [A] likes us,
But we we drive some folks  [D] wild.
Not everybody  [A] likes us,
But we we drive some folks  [D] wild.
Not everybody  [A] likes us,
But we we drive some folks  [D] wild.