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G D/F#
Well me and the boys are feelin' alright
Am G D/F# Am
Raisin' some hell, sippin' on whiskey and 'shi-i-i-i-ine, yeah
G D/F#
Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting' some pool
Am G D/F# Am
Telling' some stories and stretching the truth and l-i-i-ies
C
Yeah, I feel the cell phone start buzzing in my pocket
D
Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta
G C Am D
Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
G C Am D Em
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
G7 C
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
G D G
I gotta go see about a girl
G D/F#
Ain't nothin' you can say, so don't even try
Am G D/F# Am
The second she call that little girl made up my m-i-i-i-ind,
G D/F#
Yeah, she did, Don't' buy me no shot, don't bring me no drink
Am G D/F# Am
Don't go wasting' your money on me, bye, b-y-y-y-y-e
D
Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta
G C Am D
Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
G C Am D Em
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
G7 C
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
G D G
I gotta go see about a girl
C
If you ever find a girl like mine,
D
Boys you'll know why
G C Am D
But i gotta, Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
G C Am D Em
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
G7 C
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
G D G
I gotta go see about a girl
Written by Lee Brice/Kyle Jacobs/Phillip Lammonds