Cowtippin Chords

[Intro]
| (D) (G) | (D) (A) | (D) (G) | (D) (A) (D) |  x 2
 
[Verse]
             D                       G
Well, me and Randy went and gas'd up my old truck
          D                     A                    D
Now we're askin' ourselves just what the hell we was thinkin'
             G                D                 A
When we made up our minds the good times was in town
 
         D                           G
Put on a clean pair of boots and our Sunday Britches,
     D                    A
Went down to the city and met some girls
    D                      G
Not girls like the kind we loved back home
    D           A       D
No, these girls shot us down
 
             Em                                 G
Well, it's a case of what to do and we can't a- gree
            Em                                A
Well randy, I don't know about you but as for me
 
[Chorus 1]
       D            G
It's a cow tippin', s**t kickin',
D               A
Guitar pickin', front porch sittin',
D                  G
Moonshine sippin', mamma's fried chicken,
D       A            D
Country summer kinda night --
 
[Instrumental]
(G) | (D) (A) (D)
 
[Verse]
      D                    G
So we stopped for beer and bag of feed
       D                         A
On the bad side of town, I won't say why but that's
D                    G
What ya do when your countys dry
          D                   A
And its a long long ride back home
            D               G
Well, Randy rekon ordered I commandeered
           D          A
We put the F-150 into overdrive
        D                           G
Drove a hundred miles an hour made, back alive
        D            A       D
Sure e- nough at the stop-n- go
 
            Em                                      G
There stood Mary Lou Baker and her sister Wendy Sue
               Em                                A
And they said, "Hey there, boys, what you all up to?"
'Cause we was thinkin' that we might do
 
[Chorus 2]
     D            G
Some cow tippin', skinny dippin'
D       A
She say skinny dippin'
  D                   G
I thought I heard the crickets crickin
     D       A            D
On a country summer kinda night
 
[Instrumental]
(G) | (D) (A) | (D) (G) | (D) (A) (D)
 
[Bridge]
          Bm                               E
You could say we didn't spend the night a- lone
        G                            A
And the moral of this story is there ain't no place like home
 
[Chorus 1]
       D            G
It's a cow tippin', s**t kickin',
D               A
Guitar pickin', front porch sittin',
D                  G
Moonshine sippin', mamma's fried chicken,
D       A            D
Country summer kinda night
 
       D             G
It's a Hank, Waylon, hay-bailin'
D               A
Smooth sailin', pits-in failin'
D                     G
Six pack in a paiin', rockin the trailer
     D       A            D
On a country summer kinda night
 
[Tag]
       D       A            D
It's a country summer kinda night
       D       A            D
It's a country summer kinda night --
   G D A     D G D A D
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