Don't Tell Me How To Live Chords by Kid Rock

[Start]

[Intro]
C F C Dm
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D                
Fuck all you hoes
                                D7
Detroit till I die motherfucker ■ 
D                        
Talkin' all that bullshit
D7       Am7                         D7  
■  Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live


[Verse]
      D                                                 
I'm a moonshine sipper straight slippin' in the darkness
D                                            
Far from heartless I'm more like the sharpest
D                                               
Tool in the shed no I've never been the smartest
    D                                        
But make no mistake I hit the fucking hardest
D                                            
Devil without a 'cause you heard me scream it
    D                                               
And twenty years later bitch I still fucking mean it
                            D7                          
Bucka bucka you ain't never met a motherfucker like this
                                     D7      
Kiss my ass then you can suck a dick sideways
   D7                          
My way or the highway listen up
D                                                   
Ain't nothing changed here I still don't give a fuck
                                   D       
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash
    D                             
You snowflakes here's a news flash
D7                 C              D7  
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
D                                         
Years ago we all thought it was a joke see
D                                        
That every kid got a motherfuckin' trophy
D7     D     D7                  
But yo homie here's the situation
  D                                       
A nation of pussies is our next generation
D7                                 
And these minions and their agendas
                    D                  
Every opinion has a millennial offended
                   D7               
But this amendment one it rings true
           Dm                                     
And if you don't dissent bitch then see number two
                        D               
Ain't nothin' new right church wrong pew
      D7                    D             
Get a clue a crew your fake news and views
D                                              
Can all get the bottom of my motherfuckin' shoe
        D                                     
I'm the last of a few still screamin' Fuck you


[Chorus]
D7                 Am             D7   D
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live ■
C                                 D7   D
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live ■
             F    C       D     Dm
Oh I'm gonna soar like an eagle ■ 
F             C        Dm  
My wings will carry me away
          F     C    D    Dm
I got the heart of a lion ■ 
F                         
■ I get stronger every day


[Solo]
D Dm D D7 Dm D7 Dm D7
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Am D7 D C D
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[Chorus]
            F                 
Whoa You'll never tell me shit
             C             
You'll never flip my script
        D                            Dm         
Because I'm more outrageous than the Vegas strip
            F                  C             
You're like Mayberry bitch I'm hard and crisp
D         Dm                           
High risk hillbilly but I'm filthy rich
            F                   C             
You're like Milli Vanilli kinda silly and shit
         Dm      D                               
I'm like shotgun Willie smokin' phillies and shit
         F               C             
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
     Dm                                          
Like Springsteen bitch I'm the motherfuckin' boss
F                   C                  
James Dean shit I'm more like Brad Pitt
  Dm                                      
A little less pretty but I slang more dick
  F                                     
I twang more riffs I slide through grass
                        Dm            
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Dm                                 
Pass the mic I'm like Sloe Gin Fizz
D                              
It ain't nobody it ain't nobody
Dm          
Ain't nobody
F C G F D
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