Bronco

D                       G
Takes a summer time in dollars at 
minimum wage
D
To buy some Pittsburgh steel when 
you come of age
G                             
Even more to get it runnin' and 
                       D A
shinin' like you did
D
It was two tone tar heel blue and 
white
D
Couple kinwood speakers tuned just 
right
G                                 
Crazy how a car makes a king out 
        D A
of a kid
       Bm              G     
It was sun down ready, hardtop 
         D                  A
heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed.
          Bm               G
Just some teenage no fear, half bald
 good years
D                      A     D
That still turned on a dime
              Bm        G         
It was freedom  callin'   pullin' 
    A                  D
you down that backroad
               Bm       G         
It was our time  flyin'   and a 
        A                  D
hell of a ride in that bronco

|Bm |Em |A |

      D
Momma still puts flowers out by your
 grave

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Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday’s
 race
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And Leah has a hard time thinkin' 
                  D   A
she’s older than you
         D
And me I still see you backin' out 
in reverse the headlights bright 
behind your hurse
   G                           
If I only could fix things like 
                A
someone I once knew
              Bm             
I wouldn't be sittin' tangled 
 G            D                
mangled full of county junk yard 
   A
pain
    Bm            G                
All busted rusted out here cussing 
D               A   D
crying out your name
              Bm        G         
It was freedom  callin'   pullin' 
    A                  D
you down that backroad
               Bm       G         
It was our time  flyin'   and a 
        A                  Bm
hell of a ride in that bronco

|Bm |G |  |D |  |A |

A                  Bm
It was a hell of a ride
                   G
It was a hell of a ride

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|A |Bm |Em |  |
|D |A |D |

A
Freedom calling
                D
Freedom calling
              Bm        G         
It was freedom  callin'   pullin' 
    A                  D
you down that backroad
               Bm       G         
It was our time  flyin'   and a 
        A
hell of a ride
   D         Bm        G
It was small town high hopes
             A                     
Why it ended there only heaven 
  D
knows
         Bm       G               
A brother  a hero   and a hell of 
  A                   D
a ride in that bronco

|Bm |Em |A |

                   D
It was a hell of a ride

|A |  |

D                            
Takes a lifetime of prayers on 
         A               D
bended knees to try to come to peace
 with your memory