Rodney Atkins - Tips Chords

Tips
By Rodney Atkins
12/6/2011

Capo 1

            D                                                  A          G        D
Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes in this this gulf shore waterin' hole
          D                                                              A                G              D 
When this old beach bum yelled out "Come on, play, give me three steps", I was beat but I played him one more
           C            G         D
Then I was headed out towards the door
       A                         D                               G             A              D
And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills and said, "By the way, I own this bar"
        A                                    Bm                     G
Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips but they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"


Chorus:
          G            A             D 
You gotta treat people right on your ride up
                  G           A        D
They'll have your back on the way back down
          G       A             D
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
G                            A
Keeping it real is what it's really about"
        G          A          D  
You can count your blessings, count yourself lucky
    G             A         Bm 
But every day you get above ground
         G           A                D         G
Oh, that ain't about keeping count of what you got
     G           A       D 
It's making what you got count


                                           D                                                            A           G                 D
He grabbed me by the arm and said He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story about this real rich dude I used to know real well
         D                                                        A                G        D
He owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up, he still felt like he was empty as hell"
          A                                D                  G           A         D 
He said, "Son, would you believe that that dude was me back before I inventoried my life
            A                       Bm                            G
Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and some beer and and dispensing some free advice"

Chorus


                A                       Bm
Oh, now I can't recollect how much I collected in my jar
     G               
And ???? says in my headlights
      A                                 Bm
And tonight I started getting to have a beer with my old friends
            C
And when he saw those tour buses outside, he said


Chorus 2:
Now are your treating people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"
And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
They don't come with no dollar or map, no
'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got count
No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making what you got count

Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son
Tell your friends and be a friend
Count your blessings, don't count your problems