G       C          G          C

[Verse]
          G                 C                  G        C
It's a middle of nowhere, nobody comes here town
              G                 C                                G        C
You're either born and raised and you stay or you turn right around
 G                                       C                 
Pulled on, court house, stop light blinking
 G                                            C                
Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're thinking

[Chorus]
C
Who'd wanna live in this place
G
Who'd wanna suffer the fate
D                    Em    D                
Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt
C                        G
Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit
D           Em        D
We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
C                  G                     D
A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
D                         C
But it's the world to me

[Verse]
               G                     C                           G        C
I know these hollers and hills and fields down to every square inch
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I know every name sprayed in Dupont paint on that bridge
         G                            C 
Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these back roads
 G                       C
All that and all of this makes me one of those

[Chorus]
C
Who'd wanna live in this place
G
Who'd wanna suffer the fate
D                    Em    D                
Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt
C                        G
Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit
D           Em        D
We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
C                  G                     D
A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
D                         C
But it's the world to me

[Solo]
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[Bridge]
C
It's those Friday night games
G
Billy's Tavern on Main
D                     Em   D
Where we grab a cold beer after a hard day's work
C
It's who we are through and through
G
From our hats to our boots
D                      Em     D
It's the truth, and we all know what it's worth
C                  G                    D
A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
D                      C
But it's the world to me
G                  C
Oh, the world to me