[Refrão]
                 C#m                              A
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
                  E                      F#m
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
                  C#m           A
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
         E                            F#m
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
                       C#m
Man, ain't that some shit


[Primeira Parte]
                                A
That you'd hate to grow up and miss
                      E
Hate to think of what if
                           F#m
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco
        C#m                                     A
And my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is
          E                             F#m
They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this


[Refrão]
                 C#m                              A
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
                  E                      F#m
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
                  C#m           A
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
         E                            F#m
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this

                       C#m
Man, ain't that some shit
                A                                   E
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit

 F#m
Yeah


[Segunda Parte]
     C#m                            A
My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin' down
      E                              F#m
Just like that setting sun on my old Z-71
              C#m                       A
I know it's cliché to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays
            E                      F#m
But that's just the way it is out here


[Refrão]
                 C#m                              A
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
                  E                      F#m
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
                  C#m           A
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
         E                           F#m
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
                       C#m
Man, ain't that some shit
                A                                   E    F#m
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit


[Instrumental]
 C#m  A  E  F#m


[Refrão]
                 C#m                              A
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
                  E                      F#m
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
                  C#m           A
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
         E                            F#m
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
                         C#m       A
(Ain't) Ain't that some back home
                  E                     F#m
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado
                  C#m           A
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we be doing this till the day we die
         E                            F#m
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
                          C#m
(Ain't) Ain't that some shit
                A                                   E    F#m
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit



C#m     A     E     F#m     C#m
 Ain't that some, ain't that some shit