Small Town Girl taby ukulele według Kellie Pickler

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I grew up where I could see the stars
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Drinkin' sweet tea from a Mason jar
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Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
B                            
People on the porch watchin' fireflies
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Bnd drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night


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I'm just a small town girl
F#          C#          B            
And that's all I'll ever be
F#                C#     B
I'm just a small town girl
B         C#            F#
Hey, that's alright with me


I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake
Then getting all glammed up,
Fake eyelashes on my face
Old blue jeans and a baseball cap
B town so small you don't need a map
That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me


F#                C#     B
I'm just a small town girl
F#          C#          B            
And that's all I'll ever be
F#                C#     B
I'm just a small town girl
B         C#            F#
Hey, that's alright with me


C#                          B
I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck 

Than a Ferrari
C#
Give me a cheeseburger
        B
I ain't eatin' no calamari


F#                C#     B
I'm just a small town girl
F#          C#          B            
And that's all I'll ever be
F#                C#     B
I'm just a small town girl
B                        C#  B
Hey, that's alright with me-----



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Coca-cola and apple pie
B
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
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Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets

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You never meet a stranger,
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And everybody helps out
B                                        
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
F#                                  B
Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' around


I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl