Alan Jackson

^E Excuse me ma'am, ^D I saw you w ^A alk in
^E I turned around, ^D I'm not a ^A stalker
^E Where you goin? ^D Maybe I can ^A help ya
^E My tank is full, and I'd ^G be obliged to ^A take ya
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^E I'm a country boy, I've got a ^D 4 wheel d ^A rive
^E Pile in my bed, I can t ^D ake ya for a r ^A ide
^E Up city streets, ^D down country r ^A oads
^E I can get ya where you ^D need to ^A go
^E ‘Cause I'm a country boy ^{D A}
You sure look good, sittin' in my right seat
Buckle up, I'll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
Chorus
Solo ( E D A )
Bridge:
^B Big 35's whinin' on the asphalt
^A Grabbin' mud, and slingin' up some red dirt
^E Cause I'm a country boy
My muffler's loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we're gettin' close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
Chorus
^B Bucket seats, soft as baby's new butt
^A Lockin' hubs, that'll take ya through a deep rut
Chorus (talked, light strumming)
Chorus x2