Clay Walker

^D Skipping rocks, Skipping ^A rope
^D Laughing at all my best fri ^G ends jokes
^D Things I love ^A d when I was a kid ^D
D Muddy roads, muddy fee ^A t
^D I didn't live on no black t ^G op street
^D Things have changed ^G a lot but I ^D never di ^A d ^D
Chorus:
^D And I don't want to think abou ^G t tomorr ^A ow ^D
D I don't need anything ^G money can ^A buy ^D
D I don't have to beg, s ^G teel or ^A borrow ^D
D I just wanna live ^G untill ^A I die ^D
D Living right, liv ^A ing in
^D This little old town I grew up ^G in ^D
D But I still he ^A ld on to my dreams ^D
D Standing proud, standing ^A tall
^D Standing smack dab in the middle of in al ^G l
^D I don't worr ^G y about things th ^D at I can't c ^A hange ^D
repeat chorus:
And everyt ^Bm hing around m ^A e
Are thing ^G s I dearly love ^D
And every ^Bm night I get on my kn ^A ees
And thank ^G the lord above ^A