调：F minor•
Intro 1
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Db
Fm
Ab
Verse 1
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Ab
Some people like living in a concrete city
Fm
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Ab
And some people don't think
these tobacco fields look pretty
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Ab
But some people see heaven
when they look around
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Ab
And some people know just
what I'm talking 'bout
Verse 2
a y'all in your draw
dirt under your nails
ground turns into cash,
in your glass
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Db
If some little small town raised you right
out up tonight
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Ab
You're my kinda people
Verse 3
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Ab
And my people could kill a Saturday
ain't quite that blue
that don't understand
Verse 4
that you just can't help
dirt under your nails
ground turns into cash,
in your glass
Fm
Db
If some little small town raised you right
it out up tonight
Interlude 1
Verse 5
that you just can't help
dirt under your nails
in your glass
Fm
Db
If some little small town raised you right
out up tonight
Fm
Db
Ab
You're my kinda people
Fm
Db
Ab
Yeah, you're my kinda people
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