INTRO:
Am  G  D  D


VERSE:
       Am
It was soda cans and pellet guns
 G
Running through a briar patch and getting cut up
 D
Same ol' jeans and they all tore up
     D
It's 25-8 got to get it out the slumps

 Am
Sittin' 'round a barrel while you watch a flame flicker
   G
A highway's cool but a dirt roads thicker
 D
Head to the back with a full tank of gas
 D
Windows rolled down, foot heavy on the gas


PD-C HORUS:
              Am
And when the dirt road's calling my name
      G
It's something that I just cant shake

        D
Riding down through the water,
 D
Ripples in the hollers
 D
Blame it on the way I was raised


CHORUS:
              Am
'Cause I was raised on handed down land
       G
I was brought up readin' them words in red
   D
A man only eats by the work he did
         D                        C
And you don't stop till the sun drops

            Am
Yeah I was raised up like a bass outta the creek
        G
And my roots run deep like that old oak tree
   D
A lot of things change but you can't change me
        D                    C               Am   G   D   D C
No, it ain't much, but it's how I was raised up


VERSE:
 Am
Momma said don't grow up fast
       G
You're only young once so make it last
        D
Like a last sip of whiskey in that flask
        D
Or the last Marlboro in that pack

 Am
Fire only burns till you run out of gas
         G
And the lights turned off and the clock turns past
    D
No time on earth, now you're in the dirt
  D
'Cause that's where you started first


PD-C HORUS:
           Am
I love the way that a porch swing sings
          G
Like the sound of Amazing Grace
        D
Like a bobber on the water
 D
Sunday at the altar
 D
Some things just don't change


CHORUS:
              Am
'Cause I was raised on handed down land
       G
I was brought up readin' them words in red
   D
A man only eats by the work he did
         D                        C
And you don't stop till the sun drops

            Am
Yeah I was raised up like a bass outta the creek
        G
And my roots run deep like that old oak tree
   D
A lot of things change but you can't change me
        D                    C               Am  G  D  D C
No, it ain't much, but it's how I was raised up


BDA K:
        Am
It was riding around town

Brooks and Dunn on the speakers
        G
It was fishing in the woods

And not a spying with the skeeters
 D
Sleeping on a Sunday morn

Momma come and woke me up
 D
Told me it was shit

I wanted up I had to get it


CHORUS:
              Am
'Cause I was raised on handed down land
       G
I was brought up readin' them words in red
   D
A man only eats by the work he did
         D                        C
And you don't stop, till the sun drops

            Am
Yeah I was raised up like a bass outta the creek
        G
And my roots run deep like that old oak tree
   D
A lot of things change but you can't change me
        D                    C               Am  G  D  D  Am
No, it ain't much, but it's how I was raised up