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Rodney Atkins - Tell A Country Boy

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[Intro] 
(D) x 4 measures

[Verse]
    D                                       Em
Now he ain't much for talkin', but he means every word he says
         G                                                D
And that color on his arms and neck ain't from no tanning bed
D                                          Em
Leaves no doubt 'bout where he stands on a Chevy or the Lord
              G                     D           D
Yeah, you can always tell a country boy, yeah | ---

    D                                Em
Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east Tennessee
          G
But for a girl like you he would pull up roots
         G        F#     Em    D
And move down the road a piece
      D                                  Em
He'll always take his own sweet time, if you give him a choice
              G                         D
Yeah, you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
      G              D            A                  D
Yeah, you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
       G             D           A
'Cause all he's ever gonna be is who he always was
  Bm                A               G
A cross between his old man and his momma's pride and joy
F#      Em            G           D D
You can always tell a country boy | ---

         D                                Em
He'll go off and take a long walk when he needs some time to think
      G                                      G       F#   Em D
Might even let you drive his truck when he's had too much to drink
         D                              Em
'Bout as true blue as Old Glory waitin' out there on the porch
              G                         D
Yeah, you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
      G              D             A                  D
Yeah, you can always tell him, but you can't tell him much
      G                  D                 A
Some- times his gears'll turn so slow, you swear they're gonna rust
F#      Em            G           D
You can always tell a country boy

[Bridge]
        C                               Bm
You can drag him from the country every now and then
    Em                             A
But you can't drag 'em forty acres out of him

[Chorus]
      G              D             A                  D
Yeah, you can always tell him, but you can't tell him much
     G                  F#                    A
He's on a fence about a lot of things, but on you his mind's made up
          Bm                     A                G
'Cause he swears there's nothin' sweeter than the sweet sound of your voice
F#      Em            A           Bm
You can always tell a country boy

      A              G
What- ever's on your heart
F#       E                A       D
Now come on and tell this country boy
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