Grits - Girls Raised In The South by Brantley Gilbert
Key: EmEm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro 
Em G D A x2
Verse
        Em                      G  
I had a buddy come down 'round last July
  D                                   A
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line
             Em                    G                     D    A
Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time
       Em                 G     
I said man c'mon I got a place in mind
              D                            A 
And we pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line
Em                G
Walked in man his eyes got wide
              A                                          D
and when his jaw hit the floor all I could do was smile
          G                                                  A
He said, Man we got some pretty women up North, but I ain't never seen nothin like this;
             G                                 A
and I said, Man these here ain't ordinary women, we call these GRITS;
Chorus
         Em                
She's a product of bein' raised in the country
     D                         
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
 A
A southern drawl with dark tanned legs 
        G                             A
Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred 
          Em                           
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death 
      G      
Just actin' innocent; playin' hard to get 
          D
With the girls tonight, man their out on the town
 A            A
GRITS, man a girl raised in the South
Interlude
Em G D Em x2
Verse
      Em                          G
He sat down at the bar and had a couple drinks 
 D                       A
Breakin' his neck just scopin' the scene 
           Em                     G                           D    A
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
         Em                      G                       D 
He was starin at long legs that ran into boots, short skirt, and t shirt
         A
didn't have much use
       Em                     G                 A
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up 
          G
She had every head turnin
                             A 
Boys eyes was burnin as she made her way out to the floor
          G 
Had the jealous girls lookin all sayin 
                      A
She ain't nothin but a-oh my god she just broke it down low!
 
Chorus 
Em
Product of bein' raised in the country 
      D
She knows her roots and works hard for her money 
  A                   
A southern drawl with dark tanned legs
         G                            A 
Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred
          Em                          
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death 
 G                                             D
Actin' innocent, Playin hard to get with the girls tonight man their out on the town 
 A            A
GRITS man, a girl raised in the south
Chorus
               Em
Well, she's a product of bein' raised in the country
      D 
She knows her roots and works hard for her money 
 A
A southern drawl with dark tanned legs
        G                            A 
Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred 
          Em              
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death
       G                                            D
Just actin' innocent, Playin' hard to get with the girls tonight man their out
              A    A
on the town GRITS man a girl raised in the south
Outro
Em G D Em x2