Chord Outlaw Classics by Upchurch

Intro: D Hahahahaha D Dm Y'all from Nashville Dm No, no, no, I'm from the real Nashville Gm Am Hahahahaha Verse Dm Ladies in Nashville, raised on the West Side Dm When Preston Taylor was the jungle, rappers didn't mumble D Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped, you wore a muzzle G A Street's had a code, we don't know you, we don't love you D Now I'm standin' in a crowd full of strangers in my city D With some kid from California singin' Conway Twitty D In my feelings, 'cause I'm feelin' like the villain in the 'Ville G A To be real I don't recognize half the people here D There's a tear in my beer, make a toast take a cheer D Live for the night, yesterday disappear D When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo G F Friend's in high places, fly high Mondo Chorus Dm I got blood drops in my whiskey Dm There's too many neon lights Dm No familiar hometown faces G Beneath these guitars late at night D Dm These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Dm Now it's all glam and flashy Dm I guess I'm old school goin' down slow G F Like them outlaw classics Verse D It's that tequila drinkin', coke sniffin', pill poppin', po pimpin' D Go get it, I'ma fuck around and leave with both women D5 Certified Nashvillains, baby we don't catch feelin's D5 G Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline, fast livin' D Record label send the contract, I wipe my ass with it D Outlaws, no ass kissin', just like Johnny Cash did it D Yeah, this city we be goin' hard G A F Long before they named these bars after country music stars D These scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls D The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls D Dm Hit that Tiger Mart at 30 deep on Friday night Gm Bb F We gon' cruise, holla at girls and just ride all night Chorus Dm I got blood drops in my whiskey Dm There's too many neon lights Dm No familiar hometown faces Gm Beneath these guitars late at night F Dm These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Dm Now it's all glam and flashy Dm I guess I'm old school goin' down slow G F Like them outlaw classics Verse Dm Son I was 17 years old still wet behind my fuckin' ears Dm Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo bumpin' through the 'Ville N.C. Country as a 'mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone G5 All I knew was feedin' chickens, chasin' girls, and gettin' home D Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep Dm Now it's mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth Dm Yeah they're rentin' out a room, but dog I'm used to pushin' and shovin' G A I dove in every bar from Broadway to fuckin' DeMario Dm You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle Dm You ain't never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle Dm You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy G Bb F Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to Campus West Chorus Dm I got blood drops in my whiskey Dm There's too many neon lights Dm No familiar hometown faces Gm Beneath these guitars late at night C D These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Dm Now it's all glam and flashy Dm I guess I'm old school goin' down slow G F Like them outlaw classics