Alan Jackson "Country Boy" Good Time, 2008 Songwriter: Alan Jackson E D A Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walk in E D A I turned around, I’m not a stalker E D A Where you goin? Maybe I can help ya E G A My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take ya Chorus: E D A I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4 wheel drive E D A Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride E D A Up city streets, down country roads E D A I can get ya where you need to go E D A ‘Cause I’m a country boy You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds Wind it up, or I can slow it way down In the woods or right uptown Chorus Solo ( E D A ) Bridge: B Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt A Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt E Cause I’m a country boy My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes I crank the music, the tone gets real good Let me know when we’re gettin’ close You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road Chorus B Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt A Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take ya through a deep rut Chorus (talked, light strumming) Chorus x2