[Intro] Am  C  G  F  E
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( Am  C  G  F  E )

       Am
Well I started on the whiskey pretty early this morning
C
That's alright, I was up all night
      G
But I passed out before the sun came out
F                  E
I really wanted to see one of those
  Am
I know that's no way for a man to behave
       C
With a mortgage due and a baby on the way
    G
But somehow I made it to where I'm at
F                       E
It's been a living as a matter of fact

        Am
I get a bad attitude from being tired and running 'round
   C
I'd never ask for anyone to say they like my sound
     G
I've never been a part of any musical scene
  F                                    E
I ain't just talking Nashville, if you know what I mean
           Am
They don't write about me in their magazines
            C
And I don't ask for no reviews on the songs that I sing
  G
I never had a lot of friends and I'm alright by that
    F                     E
But people keep on coming back

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Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
           F
They don't care 'bout no trends
           C                     G
They don't care about songs that sell
        C              G
Yeah, tomorrow I'll be gone
     Dm                   F
So tonight everybody just sing along
        C             G               Dm
Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys

( Am  C  G  F  E )

          Am
I've been standing on the outside for all of my life
    C
But I like the view, I'm not gonna lie
          G
Yeah, the yuppies and the hipsters and the wannabe scenes
     F                  E
That ain't down-home to me
       Am
I like two dollar beers, I like them three dollar wells
            C
At some old honkytonk bar that I know by the smell
         G
Some old drunk on a barstool on a Merle Haggard tune
F                 E
That's my kind of room

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        C             G               Dm
Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
           F
They don't care 'bout no trends
           C                     G
They don't care about songs that sell
        C              G
Yeah, tomorrow I'll be gone
   Dm                     F
So tonight everybody just sing along
        C             G               Dm
Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys

                      C             G               Dm
Yeah we'll be raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys

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