More Middle Fingers by Justin Moore
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politicians
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And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
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And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
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Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Chorus
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Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
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Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
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I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
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Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
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Hit Me Brother, tell them about it B G
Verse 2
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Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
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Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
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If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
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Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
Chorus
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Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
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Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
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I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
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Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
[Solo]
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Bridge
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If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
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My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little little Free Bird
Chorus
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Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
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Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
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Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
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Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
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I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter
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Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
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Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
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More middle fingers