Biography:
Jordan’s competitive nature began at a young age. Sports and music ran on parallel tracks for the Loganville, Georgia native. "My dad’s from Chicago, a big Cubs fan and baseball is lifeblood up there," Jordan says. "So me and my brothers were raised with that and I was infatuated with it from a young age. I played from the time I could hold a ball up until I was about 16. My dad’s also a pastor and sang a little bit – he'd lead a special song one Sunday a month.
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Southern boy: Jordan Rager
[Capo 1st]
[Intro]
D A Em G
[Verse 1]
D A
Southern boy, in your pickup truck
Em
Seasons change, dashboard stays
G
Covered in red clay dust
D A
Southern boy you've never been scared to fight
Em
Your family name is a lot of things
G
You just don't compromise
[Pre-Chorus]
D A Em G
Keep singing them songs
D A G
Keep carrying on, yeah
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A
southern boy
[Verse 2]
D A
Southern sky, watching over you
Em
Looking down on your little town
G
And the hearts that hold your roots
D A
Southern boy when the road starts getting rough
Em
The wheels you're on will get ya home
G
No matter how deep the mud
[Pre-Chorus]
D A Em G
Keep singing them songs
D A G
Keep carrying on, yeah
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A G Em
southern boy
[Bridge]
D
Well keep telling your story
A
So you'll never be gone
Em
A keep carrying on
G
Just keep carrying on
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A Em G
southern boy
[Capo 1st]
[Intro]
D A Em G
[Verse 1]
D A
Southern boy, in your pickup truck
Em
Seasons change, dashboard stays
G
Covered in red clay dust
D A
Southern boy you've never been scared to fight
Em
Your family name is a lot of things
G
You just don't compromise
[Pre-Chorus]
D A Em G
Keep singing them songs
D A G
Keep carrying on, yeah
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A
southern boy
[Verse 2]
D A
Southern sky, watching over you
Em
Looking down on your little town
G
And the hearts that hold your roots
D A
Southern boy when the road starts getting rough
Em
The wheels you're on will get ya home
G
No matter how deep the mud
[Pre-Chorus]
D A Em G
Keep singing them songs
D A G
Keep carrying on, yeah
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A G Em
southern boy
[Bridge]
D
Well keep telling your story
A
So you'll never be gone
Em
A keep carrying on
G
Just keep carrying on
[Chorus]
D
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
A
Keep loving those Friday nights
Em
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
G
But just don't cross the line
D
We all know there ain't
Nothing like the feeling
A
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
G
Like glass packs bopping
A
You keep making that noise
D A Em G
southern boy
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