Small Town Girl taby ukulele według Kellie Pickler

E               B               A
I grew up where I could see the stars
E                  B            A
Drinkin' sweet tea from a Mason jar
E                  B
Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
A                            
People on the porch watchin' fireflies
E                         B                A
And drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night


E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
E          B          A            
And that's all I'll ever be
E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
A         B            E
Hey, that's alright with me


I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake
Then getting all glammed up,
Fake eyelashes on my face
Old blue jeans and a baseball cap
A town so small you don't need a map
That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me


E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
E          B          A            
And that's all I'll ever be
E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
A         B            E
Hey, that's alright with me


B                          A
I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck 

Than a Ferrari
B
Give me a cheeseburger
        A
I ain't eatin' no calamari


E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
E          B          A            
And that's all I'll ever be
E                B     A
I'm just a small town girl
A                        B  A
Hey, that's alright with me-----



E         B         A
Coca-cola and apple pie
A
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
E              B             A
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets

E
You never meet a stranger,
B             
And everybody helps out
A                                        
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
E                                  A
Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' around


I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl