Chords played with Intro: Am C B E Am C E Am (Chords are the same through the whole song) Chorus: You can find me on that country road Am C It's the only road that I'm gonna go B E And they say Am The road to Heaven is paved with gold C But I don't need no gold when I die B E And Am You can find me on that city street C With a half empty bottle and some ripped up jeans E Am And no Am I don't believe in your "destiny" C 'Cuz I'm gonna to go to hell when I die B E verse 1 You know I drink 'cuz I got problems I drink so I can solve them And when that don't work, I drink some more 'Cuz that's another problem Yeah I've been running around in circles Trying to figure this shit out Yeah I've been blocking out all your voices 'Cuz this shit is too loud yes I'm tired of hearing "do this" I'm tired of hearing "do that" I'm tired of hearing "you're doing it wrong" But I'll keep on saying "screw that" You try to box me in but I keep busting out You can call me Chris Brown, look at me now 'Cuz I'm killing those beats that they thought were unkillable Look how I fit in like every last syllable Bow to my eloquence, beautiful, lyrical Minds are the passengers, words are the vehicles Open your mind, and let it all out Open your life, and let go of doubt Take up your crimes, and throw them all out Now put up your hands, that's what it's about Chorus When I say “Hell” I mean figuratively I don’t really mean it literally You see the whole concept is fiction to me But we’re all going to die eventually And if it turns out I’m wrong, then I’m right you see So if I go or I don’t, it don’t matter to me ‘Cuz I know I’m gonna be in good company And that’s all I need, it’s a comfort to me So I say do what you want I guess that’s why I’m singing this song ‘Cuz if you don’t do what your heart says true Then there’s definitely something wrong going on Breakout – Of your confines Of your locked up minds Of those used up rhymes “That girl is fine, that girl be mine, that girl is fine” time after time after time Get it? No. I don’t think you do I think that all that matters is the brand of your shoes You listen to the rattle of your chain times 2 Well those roses really smell like poo Ooh, damn, jeez, oh god, if I sound real gruff does it make me hard? Would you like me better with a fancy car? ‘cuz your words only count when money’s involved, right? Wrong. At least I wish it was Instead we got gangsters with peach fuzz Instead we got kids smoking weed ‘cuz Their favorite rappers say they deal drugs But they don’t We know that, they know too They’re just trying to make a song Well I am too So just try to sing along, this beat’s in two Key of A minor, and one and two and Breakdown Same Chords! Am C B E Am C E Am X2 Chorus