D                                        D
I've sat in rooms with rich folk, poison ivy down my arms
        D                                 D
Drove a rust bucket to house parties with million-dollar lawns
        G                              G
And I'm friends with superstars, but I always stray back home
     D                                              D
To a dirty front porch and a bag of marijuana and a dog with one eyeball

[Chorus]

           D                     G                   D
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear
  D                                              G
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared
D      F         C              C              D
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share
        A#         C         D                           D
But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear

[Bridge]

D Dm Dm D D

[Verse]

D                             D
Lost in the woods, yeah, I've been there a bunch of times
        D                                             D
And the ones who ain't, ain't never tripped balls off good shrooms in the pines
      G                              G
And I see your Twitter fingers and I raise you a couple scars
           D                                              D
Cause you can't write songs like I write, touchin' y'alls dingalings in a bar

[Chorus]

          D                     G                   D
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear
  D                                              G
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared
D      F         Am             D#                       D
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share
        A#         C         D
But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear

[Bridge]

Am
Cut from a cloth and I ain't talkin' 'bout denim
        C                            G
Man, my hands ain't soft and I don't act sentimental
Am
Ain't never changed from the very first day
C                          G
Steppin' into the game mud caked on my face
  Am
I am what it is so don't tell me that I ain't
    C                      G
You preach to the waves, I preach to the lake
         Am7                 Am
Y'all be on the radio, we be chillin' half-baked
         C                         G
Drinkin' every kind of beer by the cooler and the case

[Chorus]

          D                     G                   D
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear
  D                                              G
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared
D      F         A              D#                 D
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share
        A#         C                A#         C
But I'm cut from a different cloth, cut from a different,
A#         C         D      D5
Cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear