Alan Jackson
"Country Boy"
Good Time, 2008
Songwriter: Alan Jackson



E               D           A
Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walk in
E               D          A
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
E               D           A
Where you goin? Maybe I can help ya
E                        G             A
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take ya


Chorus:
E                             D        A
I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4 wheel drive
E                      D             A
Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride
E                D             A
Up city streets, down country roads
E                      D       A
I can get ya where you need to go
E                         D A
‘Cause I’m a country boy

You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown 

Chorus

Solo ( E D A )

Bridge:

B
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
A                                       
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
E
Cause I’m a country boy

My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road

Chorus

B
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
A
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take ya through a deep rut

Chorus (talked, light strumming)

Chorus x2