Biography:
Thomas Rhett Akins, Jr. (born in Valdosta, Georgia) is an American country music singer known professionally as Thomas Rhett. He is the son of singer-songwriter Rhett Akins.[1]
Here is some background information on Thomas Rhett from the Something To Do With My Hands Songfacts. Thomas Rhett grew up in the music industry by means of his singer-songwriter father Rhett Akins. Whilst studying business and communications at Lipscomb University in Nashville, Rhett formed a cover band and began playing frat parties and other gigs they could get.
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Other songs:
- Always Remember You Young
- Die A Happy Man
- It Goes Like This
- Marry Me
- Unforgettable
- All American Middle Class White Boy
- American Spirit
- Anthem
- Beer With Jesus
- Call Me Up
- Cardboard Heart
- Crash And Burn
- Craving You
- Drink A Little Beer
- Gateway Love
- Get Me Some Of That
- Goes Like This
- Grave
- I Feel Good
- If I Could Have A Beer With Jesus
- In A Minute
- Kiss Me Like A Stranger
- Learned It From The Radio
- Leave Right Now
- Life Changes
- Like Its The Last Time
- Make Me Wanna
- Merica
- Playing With Fire
- Real Men Love Jesus
- Renegades
- Shes Just Like That
- Sixteen
- Smooth Like The Summer
- Something To Do With My Hands
- Something To With My Hands
- Sorry For Partying
- Star Of The Show
- Sweetheart
- T
- Take You Home
- The Day You Stop Lookin Back
- The Way Things Go
- Tobacco
- Vacation
- Whatcha Got In That Cup
- When I Was Your Man
- When Were 80
- When You Look Like That
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[Intro]
D A/E G A D (x2)
[Verse 1]
D A/E G A D
Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky
D A/E G A D
Tired eyed kids, playin' in a sprinkler, daddy drinkin' cold Bud-light
G
Talk about a big life in a small town, ain't got a lot
D
But we sure found what we were looking for
[Solo]
A/E G D
[Verse 2]
D A/E G A D
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop, Levi denim blue eyes
D A/E G A D
Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs, Seven Up, it ain't even fourth of July
G
That's just how it is 'round here and we love it
We wouldn't trade it all in for nothin' more
[Solo]
D A/E G D
[Chorus 1]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D A/E G A D (x2)
[Verse 3]
D A/E G A D
Old red six string, white piece of paper, scribbled down love in blue ink
D A/E G A D
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody, sweep her right off of her feet
G
It's a preacher, it's an aisle, it's a ring on a finger and a bible
D
And a title on a fixer up house
[Chorus 2]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D D/A G D D D/A
[Chorus 3]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D A/E G A D
[Outro]
D A/E G A D
Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky
D A/E G A D (x2)
[Verse 1]
D A/E G A D
Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky
D A/E G A D
Tired eyed kids, playin' in a sprinkler, daddy drinkin' cold Bud-light
G
Talk about a big life in a small town, ain't got a lot
D
But we sure found what we were looking for
[Solo]
A/E G D
[Verse 2]
D A/E G A D
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop, Levi denim blue eyes
D A/E G A D
Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs, Seven Up, it ain't even fourth of July
G
That's just how it is 'round here and we love it
We wouldn't trade it all in for nothin' more
[Solo]
D A/E G D
[Chorus 1]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D A/E G A D (x2)
[Verse 3]
D A/E G A D
Old red six string, white piece of paper, scribbled down love in blue ink
D A/E G A D
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody, sweep her right off of her feet
G
It's a preacher, it's an aisle, it's a ring on a finger and a bible
D
And a title on a fixer up house
[Chorus 2]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D D/A G D D D/A
[Chorus 3]
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, it's in the song, baby can't you feel it
Bm A G D/F# D
Oh oh oh oh oh, and if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics
Bm A
It's Friday night freedom, football game, it's proud of where you from, it's your last name
G A
It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
E G
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it, that American spirit
[Solo]
D A/E G A D
[Outro]
D A/E G A D
Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky
Three Legged Fox
Three Maybe Four
Three Men In Kil (...)
Three Plus
Thrice