Album: "Don't Let Go"
The song was written by Wynn Varble.
I actually like his guitar solo performance better.
[Intro]
Em D C Em D C
Em C
You think you're tough with your bass speakers kicking in the back
D Em
And your triple X lyrics blaring from your puke green Cadillac
Em C
You've got your bling bling on And your tattoos running up and down your arms
D Em
Ah ain't you bad with the seat of your britches hanging down that far
D C
Hey. I hate to break it to you punk But all that stuff
D C
ain't got a thing to do with being tough
Em D
Cause tough is your fingers bleeding
C D
It's a hundred degrees and you're gettin up hay
Em D
Tough is your old man yelling
C D
Get up out of that bed at the break of day
Am7 CM9 C
Keeping on going when you know you've had enough
Em D C
That's tough
Em C
It might seem that I'm comin down a little hard on you
D Em
But you think you're a man and you still gotta lot of growin up to do
Em C
I bet you talk a big game when you're hangin' with your boys in some pool hall
D Em
But I wonder how you'd act if you ever had your back up against the wall
D C
Yeah I'm sure those joints you hang out in get pretty rough
D C
But you've got a lot to learn about being tough
Em D
Cause tough is a single mom
C D
workin three jobs so her kids can eat
Em D
Tough is reading bed time stories
C D
when your body's begging you to go to sleep
Am CM9 C
Given all you've got for what you love
Em D C
That's tough
D C
See it wasn't very long ago My little brother was about your age
D C
He joined the Corp and before we knew it they shipped him away
C
So far away
Em D
And tough is a momma cryin
C D
waving goodbye as her baby leaves
Em D
Tough is a teenage soldier
C D
on the front lines fighting just to keep you free
Am7 CM9 C
Prayin for one more day from God above
Em D C
That's tough
Em D C
Son that's tough
Em D C
(Spoken) Pull your britches up boy!
Em D C
(Spoken) Take a little pride in yourself