Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse 1] A You could say I’m just a good ‘ol boy E Dipped in the batter, country fried A Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camouflage, E A staunch defender of the right side. A I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag, E Under the shadow of the cross, A Down where the colors never mixed too well, E Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost.
[Pre-Chorus] F#mC#m But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun, DA I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone.
[Chorus] EB I love black people. I love brown people. AB I love Muslims and Jews, Hindus and atheists too, E Yes, I love everyone. EB I love gay people, I’m not afraid people, ABE I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
[Verse 2] A My roots are buried in the Georgia clay, E They keep me well-grounded & strong A This little town off of the interstate E Is the only place I’ll ever call home. A But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line, E Flew across the ocean too. A And I’ve seen God’s children everywhere I’ve been E And they love to laugh as much as we do.
[Pre-Chorus] F#mC#m I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall. DA I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall.
[Chorus] EB I love black people. I love brown people. AB I love Muslims and Jews, Hindus and atheists too, E Yes, I love everyone. EB Though I’m not gay people, I’m not afraid people, ABE I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
[Bridge] E It ain’t the corn bread or the collard greens, sweet tea or bar-b-que E The country music on your radio, or the gospel in the pew A It ain’t your boots, it ain’t your old blue jeans, the tractors that we drive, E It ain’t the rifles, or the fishing poles, or the slower pace of life. BAE It’s how we -treat our neighbors -treat our neighbors -that makes us who we are.
[Chorus] EB Yeah I love black people. I love brown people. ABE I may sing with a drawl, keep a little slack in my jaw, but I love everyone. ABE I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.