Biography:
Justin Moore is an American country singer. He was born and raised in Poyen, Ark. One set of his grandparents raised cattle and he helped with the chores. The other grandparents taught him how to hunt and fish. Although he was a star athlete in high school, he moved to Nashville after graduation to pursue a music career. He teamed with songwriter-producer Jeremy Stover to record some demos of original songs, which eventually found their way to Alan Jackson's producer, Keith Stegall.
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Other songs:
- Bait A Hook
- A Long Way From Home
- Back That Thing Up
- Backwoods
- Bed Of My Chevy
- Beer
- Big Ass Headache
- Country Radio
- Flyin Down A Back Road
- Flyin Down A Backroad
- For Some Ol Redneck Reason
- Good Ole American Way
- Grandpa
- Guns
- Hank It
- Heaven Aint That Far Away
- Hell On A Highway
- Heros
- Home Sweet Home
- How I Got To Be This Way
- How I Got To This Way
- I Could Kick Your Ass
- Id Want It To Be Yours
- If Heaven Wasnt So Far Away
- If You Dont Like My Twang
- In The Bed Of My Chevy
- Kinda Dont Care
- Lettin The Night Roll
- Like Theres No Tomorrow
- Middle Class Money
- More Middle Fingers
- My Kind Of Woman
- Old Back In The New School
- Old Habits
- Old Habits Duet With Miranda Lambert
- One Dirt Road
- Only Place I Call Home
- Outlaws Like Me
- Pick
- Point At You
- Rebel Kids
- Redneck Side
- Robbin Trains
- Run Out Of Honky Tonks
- Small Town Usa
- Somebody Else Will
- Thats How I Got To Be This Way
- Thats How I Know You Love Me
- The Ones That Didnt Make It Back Home
- This Is Nra Country
- This Kind Of Town
- Til My Last Day
- Wheels
- When I Get Home
- You Look Like I Need A Drink
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[Verse 1]
G
This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politicians
D Em
And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
C G
And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
D Em C
Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
[Verse 2]
G
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
D Em
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
C G
If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
D Em C
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
[Bridge]
G D Em
If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
C
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
G D
I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter
Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
G D
Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Em D
More middle fingers
G
This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politicians
D Em
And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
C G
And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
D Em C
Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
[Verse 2]
G
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
D Em
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
C G
If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
D Em C
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
[Bridge]
G D Em
If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
C
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird
[Chorus]
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
G D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
G D
I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter
Em C
Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
G D
Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Em D
More middle fingers
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