Crushin It by Brad Paisley
Key: DD | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
D                                G
I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
     D                                       G
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
      D                             G
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
        A                      
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Chorus
D                      G       D                    A
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
D                    G         D              A
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
            D          G              D            G
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
Verse 2
      D                                                G
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
          D                                     G
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
         D                               G
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
    D      
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
           G
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Chorus
D                      G        D                    A
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
D             G      D                    A
You want a margarita, Ill get tequila and ice
             D                  G  
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
         D                    G
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
      D                      G
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
D                        G
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
         D           G
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
Instrumental
D-G x4
Verse 3 
    D                                  G
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
     D                             G
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the 
D                                 G
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
             D                                      G
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
Chorus 
D                      G        D                    A
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
D             G      D                    A
You want a margarita, Ill get tequila and ice
             D                  G  
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
         D                    G
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
      D                      G
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
D                        G
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
         D           G
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it