Randy Houser – How Country Feels

Tuning: Standard

Intro/ Part 1 (CHORDS): Em Em C, D D Em, D D G, Bm Bm C

Intro/ Part 1(GUITAR) :
E5 E5 C5, D5 D5 E5, D5 D5 G5, B5 B5 C5

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D|–9–9–5——-7–7–9——-7–7–12——-4–4–5–|
A|–7–7–3——-5–5–7——-5–5–10——-2–2–3–|
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(Part 1)
You were raised on an asphalt farm
Ain’t never heard a rooster crow
Never walked barefoot by a river
Felt the mud up between your toes

(Pre Refrain)

You never rolled in the hay
You never thrown it in four wheel
Climb up on here girl
Let me show you how country feels

(Refrain) (CHORDS – Em C G D 4x)

Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick ‘em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I’ll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels

(Repeat Intro)
(Part 2) (Repeat Part 1)

You ever watched the sun go down
From the bed of a pickup truck
Ever been so into somebody
You’re still lying there when it comes back up

(Pre Refrain 2)
Girl what do you say?
Cut a path through that cornfield
Park down by the water
Let me show you how country feels

Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick ‘em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I’ll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels

SOLO:

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Let your hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off (Kick your shoes off)

Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick ‘em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I’ll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels

(Repeat Intro)

Final Riff

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D|–4–4–5—–0-0——————0–0————————5-|
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(intro)
4x

(verse)
I backed my Chevrolet out the driveway straight to the station
Filled it up with gas, grabbed a bag of ice, a Mountain Dew and a Slim Jim
Oh, and a couple of ice cold beers too
And I swung a little gravel rock, burnin’ out that parking lot
Found a long dirt road and the perfect river spot
And broke out them beach chairs
And we sat down right there and I pulled out my guitar
Started strumming on it

(chorus)
I wrote a song ‘bout absolutely nothing
With my toes tapping in the sand
She sang along, just me and my baby hummin’
Nothing, nothing like just doin’
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)[Bb-B-Bb-B-Bb]

(verse)
While she was skippin’ rocks, grabbed my seat
And I was poppin’ tops and I popped a string
Yeah man that sun must’ve been a hundred degrees
Oh but we had a cold river at our feet, ‘n every now ‘n then a cool cool breeze
We were rollin’ Skoal without our eyes closed,
Neither one of us was sayin’ a word
Nah, we weren’t sayin’ a word, we were just a-touchin’ toes
Every now and then, she gave me a smile
It was beer thirty all day long, all day long

(chorus)
I wrote a song ‘bout absolutely nothing
With my toes tapping in the sand
She sang along, just me and my baby hummin’
Nothing, nothing like just doin’
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)

(instrumental)
F B, F B, F B Db,

I wrote a song ‘bout absolutely nothing
Singin’ nah nah nah nah, nah nah
She sang along, just me and my baby humming
Nothing, nothing like just doing
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
Absolutely (woo-hoo-hoo) nothing

No Capo

It’s kind of hard to explain the transition between the Am and C, but it looks like this… Sort of

——0–0——
——1–1——
——2br0——
——2–2——
——0–3——
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[Am-C]Another sack of groceries

Another tank of gas
These days a dollar it goes to quick
[Am-C]Man, it just don’t last
Always something, can’t catch a break
Ain’t no saving for a rainy day

(Chorus)
I’m a paycheck man
Working hired hand
I’d take this job and shove it but i just can’t
Gettin’ up out of bed
Keepin’ them babies fed
Never gonna get ahead
But there ain’t no quittin’ doing all i can
I gotta make a livin’, I’m a paycheck man

Broke-down back, hell just my luck
I tried to call in sick but the boss man says
”Son, you better show up.”

So I bite my tongue and I check my pride
And I punch that clock, ya’ll, that’s just the life

(Chorus)

Well, folks like us are the heartbeat of this great land
Puttin’ in more than we getting back
Workin’ overtime for uncle sam

(Chorus)

I’m a paycheck man

Tuning: Db Ab Db Gb Bb Db

Intro:

Db ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Bb ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Gb ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Db ------------------------------0 ----------------------------0------------
Ab ---5-3---3-2----3-2---2-0------ ---5-3---3-2---3-2---2-0-----------------
Eb -0-----0-----0------0------3--- -0-----0-----0-----0-----3-----3---------
Db ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Bb ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Gb ------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Db ------------------------------0 ----------------0------------------------
Ab ---5-3---3-2----3-2---2-0------ ---5-3---3-2-----------------------------
Db -0-----0-----0------0------3--- -0-----0-----3--------------------------- 

Verse:
(0:12)

Db ----0-----
Bb ----3-----
Gb ----2-----
Db ----0-----
Ab ----x-----
Db ----x----- 

Looks like this:

Db -------0---------0----------0--------------------------------------------
Bb -------3---------3----------3--------------------------------------------
Gb -------2---------2----------2--------------------------------------------
Db -------0---------0----------0--------------------------------------------
Ab -0-0--------0-0--------0-0-----------------------------------------------
Db -0-0--------0-0--------0-0----------------------------------------------- 

Hit the chord 6x, the rest four beats after “..And I can only sing like I talk y’all..” and then:

Db ---------------
Bb ---------------
Gb ---------------
Db -5-5-3---------
Ab -5-5-3---------
Db -5-5-3--------- 

Chorus:

Db ---0---------0----------0--------------------------------------------
Bb ---3---------3----------3--------------------------------------------
Gb ---2---------2----------0--------------------------------------------
Db ---0---------0----------0----------0---------------------------------
Ab ---0---------3----------2----------0---------------------------------
Db ---x---------------------------3~~-0--------------------------------- 

CHORDS/ LYRICS
Yeah i like to run with the old dogs
learn bad habits from my pa pa
i got a in with the outlaws

and i can only sing like i talk ya’ll

I like to smoke from my left hand

crankin’ out stomp and a bar band

firin up another when the song ends

and hangin out here with my new friends

Chorus:
Cause im the son of the son of the south
daddy redneck momma half hippie
taught how to talk straight not back
or my little white butt get a whippin
i like catfish cookin on a creek bank
kind you can’t find in the city ya’ll
I aint just whistlin dixie

verse 2
Well i aint scared of a shotgun

folk round here we all got one

dont give a damn or a dagum

if you dont like where i come from

i like a girl from a downhome

even better th’out a thang on

jump in you better hang on

fire it up and we’re long gone

Chorus x2

whistlin dixie…

/ slide up
slide down
h hammer-on
p pull-off
~ vibrato
+ harmonic
x Mute note

(intro)
3x
Db Bbm Ab Gb,

(verse)
Girl I finally got you up in the seat of my old truck
And I bet you’re wonderin’ what we’re gonna do
We could hit the county line, hell we do that all the time
Tell you what, if you don’t mind, we could start with something new
Instead of waiting like we use-lly to do

(chorus)
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss, my lips, your lips,
Baby let’s just keep gettin’ there
Let’s start it with a long goodbye, get wrapped up tight
Let’s spend all night right here
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss

(verse)
I know that you told all your friends we were meetin’ up with them
I can call ‘em all again and tell ‘em we ain’t coming
Let me find a little spot, let me throw this thing in park
Let me light that little spark that gets you going like you do
Just tell me that you want to

(chorus)
Start it with a goodnight kiss, my lips, your lips,
Baby let’s just keep gettin’ there
Let’s start it with a long goodbye, get wrapped up tight
Let’s spend all night right here
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss

(bridge)
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss,
My lips, your lips

(chorus-out)
Start it with a goodnight kiss, my lips, your lips,
Baby let’s just keep gettin’ there
Let’s start it with a long goodbye, get wrapped up tight
Let’s spend all night right here
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss
Let’s start it with a goodnight kiss
Db Ab Bbm Gb, Db Bbm Ab Gb, Db Bbm Ab Gb
I don’t wanna wait, no I don’t wanna wai… t

Intro: D (listen to song for rhythm)
Well, I need a sip of muddy water
From my daddy’s wishin’ well

Scattered his ashes on the delta
From here on I’ll be drinkin’ by myself
Where pink Cadillacs and blue suede shoes
Meet steel guitars and new grass blues
The music there, it ain’t turned into business
Tonight I’ll be somewhere south of Memphis
Where the cotton grows from the Mississippi mud
I’ll live and die somewhere south of Memphis
Well, I’ve seen my share of big ol’ cities
But I couldn’t wait to get back home

Well, they’ll play you a, a front porch song for free
That reminds you that they ain’t been free for long
Where them juke joints jump on a Friday night
And you don’t need a gun to settle no fight
And come Sunday mornin’, hell, you’ll be beggin’ for forgiveness
That’s just life somewhere south of Memphis
Where the cotton grows from the Mississippi mud
And the blues runs deep in your blood
I love this land with God as my witness
I’ll live and die somewhere south of Memphis

Solo- G,Dx2 G,A
Yeah, where the cotton grows from the Mississippi mud
And the blues runs deep in your blood
Well, I love this land with God as my witness
Well, I’ll live and die
I’ll said I’ll, I’ll live and die somewhere south of Memphis
That’s just life

CAPO 4TH FRET (AS PLAYED ON ALBUM “THEY CALL ME CADILLAC”

(G) (c)
Your love is a drug
[(G)]That I just can’t [(C)]get off of my [(G)]shoulders[(C)][(G)]
[(G)]There’s never e[(C)]nough[(G)]
[(G)]And I am the [(C)]junkie that it’s taken[(G)] over[(C)]

[(D)]I’ve never tasted [(C)]something so [(G)]pure
[(D)]You’re either the [(C)]death or the [(D)]cure

‘[(D)]Cause I’m [(G)]achin’, I’m [(G)]sweatin’
[(G)]This l[(C)]onely ain’t hel[(C)]pin’
If[(G)] only you’d st[(G)]ay for the ni[(C)]ght

[(C)]Been [(G)]hooked on that [(G)]feeling
That [(C)]high that you’re[(C)] dealing
Just[(G)] look what you’ve [(G)]done to my[(C)] life

(D) (c) (C) (D)
I found what was missin’
[(D)]And I can’t [(C)]resist it
[(C)]Oh, baby, I’m addi[(G)(C)(G)(C)]cted[(G)]

(GUITAR SOLO – ALTERNATE G & C 4 BEATS PER)

[(G)]Just like alcohol[(C)]
[(G)]Cigarettes and cocain[(C)]e
[(G)]You start at my hear[(C)]t
[(G)]And you run through my vei[(C)]ns[(D)]
[(D)]And I’m constantly[(C)] cravin'[(D)]
[(D)]I’m chancin’ and[(C)] chasin'[(D)]
And I’m achi[(G)]n, I’m sweatin[(G)]
This[(C)] lonely ain’t helpin'[(C)]
[(C)]If o[(G)]nly you’d stay for the n[(C)]ight

Been [(G)]hooked on that [(G)]feeling
That [(C)]high that you’re [(C)]dealing
Just[(G)] look what you’ve [(G)]done to my[(C)] life[(D)]

I [(D)]found what was[(C)] missin'[(C)][(D)]
An[(D)]d I can’t re[(C)]sist it
[(C)]Yeah, b[(C)]aby, I’m [(G)]addict[(C)]ed[(G)]
[(C)]Yeah, b[(C)]aby, I’m [(G)]addict[(C)]ed[(G)]

(2ND GUITAR SOLO – FILL WITH ALTERNATE OF G AND C – 4 BEATS PER)

[(G)]Your love is a dru[(C)]g[(G)]
[(G)]That I just can’t[(C)] get
(NC) (G STRUM)
Off of my shoulders

Capo 3

A G A G – 8 times

Well I ain’t never been to Folsom
But I’ve damn sure done my time
Tryin’ to please a Woman
Tryin’ to walk the Line

When she washed her hands of our love
I went right straight down the drain
Straight down the tubes with the booze and blues
Where the boozin’ losers hang

Now I’m Lowdown and Lonesome, but I feel right at home
Cuz I done grown accustomed, to sinkin’ like a stone
Since I hit rock bottom, I’ve been high as I can be
Ever since that woman put that Lowdown and [C/B]Lonesome[C/Bb] on me

Here on this Whiskey river
Ain’t no paddle, ain’t no boat
and this 90 I’m clinging to
Been keepin’ me afloat

Well they say I use to give a damn
But that was long ago
Back before she took our love
And blew it full of holes

Chorus:
Left me Lowdown and Lonesome, but I feel right at home
Cuz I done grown accustomed, to sinkin’ like a stone
Since I hit rock bottom, I’ve been high as I can be
Ever since that woman, put that Lowdown and Lonesome on me

Bartender keeps her picture on the wall here just in case
I ever can’t remember how I wound up in this place

Chorus

(intro)

(verse)
I’d like to say it was perfect
Growing up was a fairytale
But Hollywood don’t make no movies
About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi
Tucked back in the trees
Route 3 Box 250 D

(verse)
Well the man my mama married
Had a mean streak in his blood
And when he took to drinking
He’d take it out on us
And I could hear my mama crying
That made it hard to sleep
Route 3 Box 250 D

(chorus)
That’s where I became a man
Long before my time
And since I left I ain’t been back
But I go back in my mind

(verse)
Thank God for Buford Bailey
He had a pond he’d let me fish
That’s where I’d run off to
Every chance I’d get
And I would pray that God was listening
And He’d come rescue me
Route 3 Box 250 D

(bridge)
Then one day, my uncle pulled up in a pickup truck
Loaded up everything
Wasn’t much but it was everything

(chorus-out)
I’d like to say it was perfect
Growing up was a fairytale
But Hollywood don’t make no movies
About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi
Thats what made me “me”
Route 3 Box 250 D