This song is actually a true story of Ray and a doubting redneck.
The intro chords: Am7-G-D The Am7 is on the 1 (obviously)and the G on 3
and the D comes in slightly early on the
"and" before the next 1. (Upstroke)
Repeat twice before the verse entrance.
the verses are sung in a talking style like Johnny Cash "boy named Sue".
verse: There's a lotta small towns in this world,
Just like the one that I came from.
Where any dream you have is just a dream.
It ain't nothin' that could truly be done.
Well I'm gon' tell y'all a little story
'Bout the day I set out to leave.
As I was loadin' up and sayin' my goodbyes
some redneck einstein said to me
"Well I see ya' packed up your suitcase,
And I seen ya' throw it in the truck.
Headin' off to the big town are ya?
Hmmph! Well son I wish ya' luck.
Now I don't mean to bust your bubble...
But boy, the way your thinkins' wrong.
Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours. Heh!
You'll be back before too long.
Chorus:(changes a little more to singing style)
'Cause you a plowboy! You ain't no city boy!
Wo you were born with dirty hands
Yeah you a plowboy and your thinkin' silly boy!
Just tryin' to make you understand.
Verse 2: What you better do is put them overalls back on.
Go on out and fix that ol' barn door.
Keep your far fetched fantasies to yo'self
And fetch a load of feed down at the country store.
Better yet, go on! Have at it.
Go see how high you can fly.
But you best be back when that green leaf comes in, boy!
We gonna need your help come July!
Repeat chorus and then play chorus chords 4 times without words and at the end of the
measure play an E or E7 instead of D.
Verse 3: Well here I am a few years later.
Sure come a long way from that old farm.
I got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pond
Got a genuine rolex on my arm
Well I'd like to ask him what the taste of crow is like.
See him face the fact that he was wrong.
You see, I always knew where I was headed
But I never forgot where I was from... Yeeeeah..
Chorus 2: I'm a plowboy. I ain't no city boy
Whoa I was born with dirty hands.
Look at me now, boy! Sho' is a pretty boy!
I could'nt make ya' understand
Go milk that cow boy! And that wood needs splittin' boy
And ya' best get back to bailin' hay!
Yeah I'm a plowboy but now look whos' silly boy!
From now on be careful what you say... ya' hear?
Continue with chords and fade