Biography:
Logan Mize was born and raised in the small farm town of Clearwater, Kansas where his entire family owns and operates the town's only grocery store, Mize's Thriftway. Logan was a standout athlete at Clearwater High School where he won all-state honors as a football player, a wrestler, and as a sprinter. Although Logan started learning the piano at the age of 8 and continued lessons well into his teens, music was never considered as anything more than a warm-up method for the friday night football game.
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[Intro]
D D D
[Verse]
D
Burnt tire marks, on town streets
Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak
G
Head held high, little too proud
D
Turned eighteen, got the hell out
A G
I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two
G D
Thank God for you
D
Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band
College drop out, no kinda plan
G
Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans
D
American girls, Mexican weed
A G
Straight up bound for nowhere, that's the truth
G D
Thank God for you
[Chorus]
D G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A D
Thank God for you
D G
(Woah)
G Bm
(Woah)
[Verse]
D
Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud
Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd
G
Feels right at home, up on the stage
D
Songs about you, and the hell I've raised
A G
I've still got a wild hair or two
G D
Thank God for you
[Chorus]
D G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A D
Thank God for you
D G
(woah)
G Bm
(woah)
Bm A
(woah)
A D
(woah)
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A G D
Thank God for you
D
Now I hardly know, the man in the mirror
D
But I kinda like, what you did here
D D D
[Verse]
D
Burnt tire marks, on town streets
Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak
G
Head held high, little too proud
D
Turned eighteen, got the hell out
A G
I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two
G D
Thank God for you
D
Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band
College drop out, no kinda plan
G
Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans
D
American girls, Mexican weed
A G
Straight up bound for nowhere, that's the truth
G D
Thank God for you
[Chorus]
D G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A D
Thank God for you
D G
(Woah)
G Bm
(Woah)
[Verse]
D
Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud
Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd
G
Feels right at home, up on the stage
D
Songs about you, and the hell I've raised
A G
I've still got a wild hair or two
G D
Thank God for you
[Chorus]
D G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A D
Thank God for you
D G
(woah)
G Bm
(woah)
Bm A
(woah)
A D
(woah)
D G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A G D
Thank God for you
D
Now I hardly know, the man in the mirror
D
But I kinda like, what you did here
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