G G Momma rocked me in a cradle, Daddy rolled me in his arms,C G I been robin rolling, Lord, Lord, since the day I was born. [Interlude]G G **G G ** [Verse 1]G My baby blanket was a rebel flag,G I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag.C I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea.G Baby, long came [?] in an o'shea tree,D ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken.G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Chorus]C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women.[Interlude]G G G GC C G GD D G G ** [Verse 2]G Lord, I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen,G want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream.C I got my first car, I was hell on wheels,G I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal.D My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen.G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Chorus]C G I’m a man, I know what I like: I like to party come Saturday night.D To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.G* Fast cars, guitars and fined tuned women. [Interlude]G G G GC C G GD D G G **G G G GC C G GD D G G G/A G/Bb G/B [Outro 1]C G Yeah, I’m a man, I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday night.D G To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.C G I’m a man I know what I like: I like (??) to party come Saturday nightD To me raising hell it’s just another word for living.G* Fast cars, guitars, some fined tuned women. [Outro 2] N.C.G G **G G **G F* F#*G* G*
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