Thank God For You

D  D  D

[Verse]

D
Burnt tire marks, on town streets

Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak
G
Head held high, little too proud
D
Turned eighteen, got the hell out
A                                       G
I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two
G             D
Thank God for you

D
Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band

College drop out, no kinda plan
G
Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans
D
American girls, Mexican weed
A                                          G
Straight up bound for nowhere, that's the truth
G              D
Thank God for you


[Chorus]


D        G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A                                      D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D        G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A              D
Thank God for you


D    G
(Woah)
G    Bm
(Woah)


[Verse]


D
Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud

Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd
G
Feels right at home, up on the stage
D
Songs about you, and the hell I've raised
A                              G
I've still got a wild hair or two
G              D
Thank God for you


[Chorus]


D        G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
A                                      D
Make my world spin 'round, the way you do
D       G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A              D
Thank God for you

D   G
(woah)
G   Bm
(woah)
Bm  A
(woah)
A   D
(woah)


D       G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
Bm
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking
A
How lucky I am
A              G   D
Thank God for you

D
Now I hardly know, the man in the mirror
D
But I kinda like, what you did here