D - A - G - A
Where instead of people actually telling their stories, 
you got a bunch of millionaire metrosexuals that have never done a hard day's work in their lives.
But they figured out the words and the phrases that they can use to pander to their audience.
And they list the same words and phrases off, sort of mad-lib style,
raking in millions of dollars from actual working-class people.
You know the words, you know know the phrases, phrases like:


[Verse 1]
D
A dirt road
A
A cold beer
G
A blue jeans
A
A red pickup
D            A               G       A
A rural noun, simple adjective

D
No shoes
A
No shirt
G
No Jews
A                    D
You didn't hear that
                      A       G
Sort of a mental typo

[Pre-Chorus]

Bm                     A
I walk and talk like a field hand
G
But the boots I'm wearing cost three grand
Bm                         G
I write songs about riding tractors
         A                    D
From the comfort of a private jet

[Chorus]
D
I can sing in Mandarin
A
And still know I'm pandering
Bm
Hunting deer and chasing trout
G                    A           D
A Bud Light with the logo facing out

D
Hear that subtle mandolin
A
That's textbook panderin'
Bm                                  G
I own a private ranch that I rarely use
A
 I don't like dirt

[Spoken]
D           A
 One verse, one chorus in the bag
G
 Now it's time to talk to the ladies
D                       A                              G                     A
 I'm hoping my Southern charm offsets all these rape-y vibes I'm puttin' out

[Verse 2]
D
Good girl
A
In a straw hat
G                 A
With her arms out in a corn field
D             A
 That is a scarecrow
G                             A
Thought that was a human woman, sorry

D
A cold night
A
A cold beer
G
A cold jeans
A
Strike that last one

D
I'm wanting you
A                       G
I hope you're feeling me

Subtextually

[Pre-Chorus]
Bm            A
We go to bed, you doze off
G
 So I take your country girl clothes off
Bm
 I put my hands on your body
    G                      A
It feels like hay, it's a fucking scarecrow again

[Chorus]
D
 Like Mike's Evander-ing
A
 Fuck your ears, I'm pandering
Bm
I write songs for the people who do
G                          A
Jobs in the towns that I'd never move to

D
Legalize gerrymandering
A
Tolerate my pandering
Bm
You got a beautiful mouth
                   G
I got a beautiful (dick)

N.C
Y'all dumb motherfuckers want a key change?

E
Thematically meandering
B
Emphatically pandering
C#m
I got a tight grip on my demo's balls
A                          B
Say the word "truck," they jizz in their overalls

E
 You don't know what land you're in
B
 I'm in the land of pandering
C#m
 And I'll be upfront
  A                         B             E
I do what I do 'cause I'm a total fuckin' cuuunt..ry boooy