Cm
Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop the world right off it's axis
Cm
I stumbled up in this bitch and I ain't even need no practice
Cm
Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know I'm always catchin' those
CmBb
Amphibious with flows like I run the game with webbed toes
Cm
Yeah there that boy go, rooster necklace all gold
Cm
Diamonds in that mug cost more than the truck he drive yo
Cm
Damn straight motherfucker, my career come from the dirt
CmBb
The same grain I got them maters from to add to my Bud Light son
Cm
Don't get me piped up, Chattanooga shine son
CmCm
Gettin' drunk like a farmer, put the V8 in the mud
CC
Fuck it, let it get stuck, get the tractor for the truck
BbAm
Life's a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up
[Chorus]
FDmEmCAm
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary
FDmEAm
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour
FDmEm
And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck
CAmF
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
DmEm
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker
[Verse 2]
C
Man I love that feelin' of blue lights on a Friday
Cm
One lane, one way, no way, roll a J
CmC
In my Carhartt toboggan, and I be flexin' like my driveway
CCm
It's a runway, fuck
N.C.
Hollywood the long way
CmC
I got dirt in my nails and there's nails in my dirt
Cm
Run barefoot behind me and your feet gon' hurt
CmC
My little piggy hit the market, your little piggy look whacked off
CmBb
Y'all country but can't even get the blade up in the hacksaw
CmC
Chop wood for the Gram let the wood get wet
Cm
I got ricks stacked up, with a tarp on it bitch
CmC
If you see me swingin' the axe it ain't because of bonfires
CmBbAm
It's 'cause I went crazy and live in a house made of cross ties
[Chorus]
FDmCmAm
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary
FDmEAm
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour
FDmEm
And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck
AmF
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
DmEm
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker
[Verse 3]
C
Mu-Mustang like a Socs, leather jacket like Dally
Cm
Outsider of my town, switchblade in my jacket
CmC
They don't make that Sodapop pop, no carbonation added
DmBb
River water in my veins to muddy water I'm an addict
CmC
Raisin' hell like I planted devil seeds then I grew it
Cm
Oh wait that's weed, hah damn I feel stupid
CmC
Devil's lettuce on the ranch I wish the ghost could be some peppers
DmBbmBb
Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now his truck is full of bad bitches
Cm
I'm rockin' rags up on these riches,Built my house in all these ditches
Cm
Instead of leavin' my home town,I settled down and now I fucks with it
CC
It's Mr. Cheatham County, talk slow, rap fluid
CmCAm
Spit flames so much you think I drink starter fluid
[Chorus]
FDmCAmFm
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary
FDmEAm
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour
FDmEm
And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck
AmF
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
DmEmD
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker