Intro: D A G D



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You know I spent a little time out in Malibu

A

I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too

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Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk

        G

But the place that I call home

           D

Is where I never have to feel alone

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It's the place where I was raised and I was born



         G

And the grass don't get much greener

     D

And life can't get no sweeter

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I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine

            G

And there's no need for new beginnings

      D

More money or window trimmings

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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'

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       G

Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair

       D

Flyin' high, with an ice cold beer

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Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be

          G

Yeah the grass don't get much greener

     D

And life can't get no sweeter

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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'

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D

You know I've traveled on yachts thru the south of France

A

Think I even got a pair of Versace pants

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But all that makes me feel is like a fool

      G

Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam

    D

A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans

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Has made us realize, you can't buy cool



         G

And the grass don't get much greener

     D

And life can't get no sweeter

                                                    A

I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine

            G

And there's no need for new beginnings

      D

More money or window trimmings

            A                                            A             G

And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'

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        G

Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair

        D

Flyin' high, and my family near

                                  A

Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be

          G

Yeah they mock me because I stand out

            D

But I ain't never had to take a handout

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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'

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