Overview

Brooks & Dunn

Hillbilly Deluxe

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler,
Old boys feelin’ like a dog on a collar,
Keepin’ that chain pulled tight,
Waitin’ on Saturday night.

Put on the smell-good, put on Skynard,
Head into to town like a NASCAR winner.
Cruisin’ back an’ forth to the Tasty-Freeze.
Everywhere you look, all you see…

Is hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
A country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.

Yeah, couple cute sweet things drivin’ a fastback.
Shoot ‘em a cool smile hopin’ that they smile back.
“Hey, Baby, what’s you name?”
Burn a little rubber when the red lights change.

Here come the blue lights, here come Barney.
Hide all the beer, y’all, let’s move the party.
Gotta go, but that’s all right…
Do it all again next Friday night.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-’em-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-’em-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.

Bass

Overview

Dixie Chicks

Fly

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

He pushed me ’round
Now I’m drawin’ the line
He lived his life
Now I’m gonna go live mine
I’m sick of wastin’ my time
Well now I’ve been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I’m gonna throw it on
‘Bout to get too far gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition
One more helpin’ of what I’ve been havin’
I’m takin’ my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin’ for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin’
That’s right I said mattress dancin’

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more
Of what I’ve been missin’
I don’t know where I’ll be crashin’
But I’m arrivin’ on a sin wagon

When it’s my turn to march up to old glory
I’m gonna have one hell of a story
That’s if he forgives me
Oh, lord please forgive me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me
With my feet draggin’
But I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

Bass

Overview

Brad Paisley

Mud on the Tires

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’ve got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I’m holdin’ the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside it sure is a nice night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake

There’s a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel drive
Come on now what do you say
Girl, I can hardly wait to get a little mud on the tires

‘Cause it’s a good night
To be out there soakin’ up the moonlight
Stake out a little piece of shoreline
I’ve got the perfect place in mind
It’s in the middle of nowhere only one way to get there
You got to get a little mud on the tires

Moonlight on a duck blind
Catfish on a trot line
Sun sets about nine this time of year
We can throw a blanket down
Crickets singin’ in the background
And more stars than you can count on a night this clear

I tell you what we need to do is grab a sleepin’ bag or two
And build us a little campfire
And then with a little luck we might just get stuck
Let’s get a little mud on the tires

‘Cause it’s a good night
To be out there soakin’ up the moonlight
Stake out a little piece of shoreline
I’ve got the perfect place in mind
It’s in the middle of nowhere only one way to get there
You got to get a little mud on the tires

And then with a little luck we might just get stuck
Let’s get a little mud on the tires

Bass

Overview

Miranda Lambert

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

County road 233… under my feet
Nothin’ on this white rock, but little ol’ me
I’ve got two miles till… he makes bail
And if I’m right, we’re headed straight for hell

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead!

It’s a half past ten… another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive… the gravel flies
But he don’t know what’s waiting here this time

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead!

His fist is big, but my gun’s bigger
He’ll find out when I pull the trigger!

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead, yeah, yeah!

Gunpowder and lead!

Bass