Outlaw Classics

[Intro:]
 
D
Hahahahaha
D          Dm
Y'all from Nashville
    Dm
No, no, no, I'm from the real Nashville
Gm      Am
Hahahahaha
 
[Verse]
 
Dm
Ladies in Nashville, raised on the West Side
     Dm
When Preston Taylor was the jungle, rappers didn't mumble
D
Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped, you wore a muzzle
G                             A
Street's had a code, we don't know you, we don't love you
    D
Now I'm standin' in a crowd full of strangers in my city
     D
With some kid from California singin' Conway Twitty
D
In my feelings, 'cause I'm feelin' like the villain in the 'Ville
   G                         A
To be real I don't recognize half the people here
D
There's a tear in my beer, make a toast take a cheer
D
Live for the night, yesterday disappear
     D
When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo
G                        F
Friend's in high places, fly high Mondo
 
[Chorus]
 
            Dm
I got blood drops in my whiskey
            Dm
There's too many neon lights
       Dm
No familiar hometown faces
              G
Beneath these guitars late at night
D                                    Dm
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
    Dm
Now it's all glam and flashy
        Dm
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
     G           F
Like them outlaw classics
 
[Verse]
 
          D
It's that tequila drinkin', coke sniffin', pill poppin', po pimpin'
D
Go get it, I'ma fuck around and leave with both women
D5
Certified Nashvillains, baby we don't catch feelin's
D5                       G
Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline, fast livin'
D
Record label send the contract, I wipe my ass with it
D
Outlaws, no ass kissin', just like Johnny Cash did it
D
Yeah, this city we be goin' hard
     G                                  A             F
Long before they named these bars after country music stars
D
These scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls
           D
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls
         D                     Dm
Hit that Tiger Mart at 30 deep on Friday night
        Gm                         Bb            F
We gon' cruise, holla at girls and just ride all night
 
[Chorus]
 
            Dm
I got blood drops in my whiskey
            Dm
There's too many neon lights
       Dm
No familiar hometown faces
              Gm
Beneath these guitars late at night
F         Dm
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
    Dm
Now it's all glam and flashy
        Dm
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
G                F
Like them outlaw classics
 
[Verse]
 
          Dm
Son I was 17 years old still wet behind my fuckin' ears
          Dm
Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo bumpin' through the 'Ville
N.C.
Country as a 'mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone
G5
All I knew was feedin' chickens, chasin' girls, and gettin' home
D
Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep
    Dm
Now it's mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth
     Dm
Yeah they're rentin' out a room, but dog I'm used to pushin' and shovin'
  G                               A
I dove in every bar from Broadway to fuckin' DeMario
          Dm
You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle
          Dm
You ain't never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle
          Dm
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy
        G                                  Bb             F
Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to Campus West
 
[Chorus]
 
            Dm
I got blood drops in my whiskey
            Dm
There's too many neon lights
       Dm
No familiar hometown faces
              Gm
Beneath these guitars late at night
C         D
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
    Dm
Now it's all glam and flashy
        Dm
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
G                F
Like them outlaw classics