Blue Collar Prayers

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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..Lord knows I ain’t the kind to turn the other cheek
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..I don’t always behave like the man I wanna be
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..I’ll say for what it’s worth
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..I got more than I deserve

[Chorus]
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I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
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..A little whiskey in my cup
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I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
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..I’m wakin’ up with the one I love
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I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
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..A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
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..A long list of things I thank Him for
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..What every good old boy is prayin’ for
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..I throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air
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Yeah, blue collar prayers....

[Verse 2]
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..I may never own a big ol’ mansion in Malibu
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..Or be a member of a country club with a million dollar view
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..But if you saw what I’m lookin’ at
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..I wouldn’t trade it for none of that

[Chorus]
       D
I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
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..A little whiskey in my cup
     D 
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
G
..I’m wakin’ up with the one I love
       D 
I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
G
..A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
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..A long list of things I thank Him for
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..What every good old boy is prayin’ for
D                                                   G
..I throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air
                  D        
Yeah, blue collar prayers
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(Throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air)

[Chorus]
D
..slow ride on a two-lane highway
G
..A little whiskey in my cup
     D 
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
G
..I’m wakin’ up with the one I love
       D
I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
G
..A little whiskey in my cup
     D 
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
G
..I’m wakin’ up with the one I love
       D 
I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
G
..A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
D
..A long list of things I thank Him for
G
..What every good old boy is prayin’ for
D                                                   G
..I throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air
                  D        
Yeah, blue collar prayers

[Outro]
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(Throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air)
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Yeah, blue collar prayers
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(Throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air)
                  D
Yeah, blue collar prayers
                                                 G
(Throw ’em up, throw ’em up, throw ’em up in the air)

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