It's Just What We Do
By Florida Georgia Line
Justin Kingsely Firmin
Capo 1 - Standard Tuning
Lead Riff
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(Don't act like ya'll didn't know this wasn't comin')
Alright
[Verse 1:]
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You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time,
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Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond.
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Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road.
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Georgia clay mudhole, that's how these boys roll
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Now it's late night underneath the moonlight.
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Everybody's feelin right, sippin on a bud light.
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Go on drop yo' tailgate, turn up your radio.
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I'm a build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home
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Kick back, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
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Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.
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[Chorus:]
(E) Hey, we might look a little (D) crazy tonight, hey baby (A) that's alright,
It's our backwoods, boondock roots, (E) it's just what we do.
(E) It's just what we do.
(E) Hey, ain't no way to (D) make this up, when it's runnin (A) through your blood,
There ain't no hidin the truth, (E) it's just what we do.
(E) It's just what we do.
Yeah, it's just what we do
[Verse 2:]
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You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties,
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Tell em bout the party, so don't forget the Bacardi.
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Time to get your buzz on and your love on, all night long,
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And if you play your hand right, you won't have to go home alone.
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Six string pickin, solo cup sippin,
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and when the moments right, grab ya phone and get them digits,
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Crankin that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus.
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Come Sunday morning that preacher, he bout to preach it
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Kick back, relax and pass the good time moonshine.
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Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line.
[Chorus:] x3
(E) Hey, we might look a little (D) crazy tonight, hey baby (A) that's alright,
It's our backwoods, boondock roots, (E) it's just what we do.
(E) It's just what we do.
(E) Hey, ain't no way to (D) make this up, when it's runnin (A) through your blood,
There ain't no hidin the truth, (E) it's just what we do.
(E) It's just what we do.
Yeah, it's just what we do.
