Intro: D A G D

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You know I spent a little time out in Malibu
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I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too
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Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk
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But the place that I call home
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Is where I never have to feel alone
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It's the place where I was raised and I was born

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And the grass don't get much greener
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And life can't get no sweeter
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I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
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And there's no need for new beginnings
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More money or window trimmings
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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'
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Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair
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Flyin' high, with an ice cold beer
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Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be
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Yeah the grass don't get much greener
     D
And life can't get no sweeter
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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'
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D
You know I've traveled on yachts thru the south of France
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Think I even got a pair of Versace pants
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But all that makes me feel is like a fool
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Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam
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A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans
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Has made us realize, you can't buy cool

         G
And the grass don't get much greener
     D
And life can't get no sweeter
                                                    A
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
            G
And there's no need for new beginnings
      D
More money or window trimmings
            A                                            A             G
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'
D 
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        G
Flyin' high, in an old lawn chair
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Flyin' high, and my family near
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Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
          G
Yeah they mock me because I stand out
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But I ain't never had to take a handout
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And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin'
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