Not Everybody Likes Us by Hank Williams Iii

NOT EVERYBODY LIKES US
Hank Williams III
A , D

(D)Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin'
It's good to be in your local bar (A)again.
So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud,
Have a damn good time until the show's at an' (D)end.
Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes, I'm tired,
But I'm doin' the best that I (G)can.
So let's have a drink and a (D)glum with Hank,
An' may the (A)outlaws rise (D)again.

(D)Well I'm A son of A (G)son. (C) (G)
I've gotten shit for what I've said an' (D)done.
Well, I remember watchin' ol' (A)Waylon,
When he was shootin' his(D) shotgun.
It's A certain kinda (G)livin', (C) (G)
It's a certain kinda (D)style.
Not everybody (A)likes us,
But we we drive some folks (D)wild.

-Instrumental Break-

G C G    D   A   D x2


(D)Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel,
Of a double-barrel loaded shot(A)gun,
Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music,
On ninety-eight-point-(D)one.
Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone,
Kid Rock don't come from where I come (G)from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't (D)no son of Hank:
If you (A)thought so, god-damn, you're fucking (D)dumb. 

(D)So let's get real (G)loud: (C)(G)
Let's get stoned and (D)proud.
Pour me another shot of (A)whiskey,
An' this one's for the (D)south.
It's A certain kinda (G)livin', (C) (G)
It's a certain kinda (D)style.
Not everybody (A)likes us,
But we we drive some folks (D)wild.
Not everybody (A)likes us,
But we we drive some folks (D)wild.
Not everybody (A)likes us,
But we we drive some folks (D)wild.


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