Sure Feels Good Anyway

Em                         D                                      Am
I'll get your text about 3 am, when I cross back over the border again
         C           Em
Bye-bye Canada Hello USA
Em                                           D                                      Am
Those lefties sure make a lot of sense, and sometimes it's nice to feel good in my skin
Am                             C                   Em
But I'd trade it all for some Southern hospitality

[Chorus]
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway

[Verse]
Em                                                   D
I'm gonna tell them boys, "Don't be a drag, ain't ya tired of fightin' 'bout the damned ol' 
flag?»
     Am                        C                 Em
Well it ain’t Southern pride, it’s just Southern hate
Em                                                   D
I know from your mamas that you’re better than that, every time I call, well you have my back
Am                                C                      Em
Some time for Muddy Buddies and a tall glass of sweet tea

[Chorus]
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway

[Bridge]
G
I’ve got gravel from the road in the bottom of my boot
D
The kiss that you left still burning thru
Em                 D               C
I can’t rest ‘til get back home to you
C
When I left the last words that were out of your mouth, were
D                                           G                      D            C
“How can you live in the backwards south – Devil in the roots and Jesus on the wine?”
          D      G  Em D  Am  C
Cause it feels fine

[Verse]
G      Em                                  D
I was born in the grist of a rebel yall, swaddled in the song of the whip-poor-will
Am                     C                Em
They haunt me and they hold me just the same
Em
But it’s an ounce of comfort, for a pound of grief
                        D
I just wanna sit on the porch with you and hear the tall pines creak
       Am                        C    Am   C    Em
Still sweating in September when that sun goes down

[Chorus]
                 C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway
                C
I know that you don't like me
             D          Em
But it sure feels good anyway