Pickup Truck Song

I put a capo at 2nd fret, but I 
think JJW plays it open.

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Yea, I used to look forward to 
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Saturdays
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When me and my grandpa'd get way
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We'd hop in his pickup truck and 
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we'd go to town
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We had a couple chores that we had 
to do
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It didn't take long before we were 
through
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Then we'd let the pickup truck 
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just wander around
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We'd make a run to the county dump
             C (walk down to)Am
We'd always wave we saw someone

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Grandpa make up a song as we rolled 
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along
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To the post office without fail
             C       (walk down to) 
    Am
We get some feed and we'd check out 
the mail
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And we never took the same road 
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twice on the way back home.

I spent a few years out runnin' free
I spent two or three in New York 
City
And I moved back to Texas tired, 
hell I'd had enough
I'd go to Luckenbach on Saturdays
Cause Hondo had a way to brighten up
 my day
He always made me laugh when we rode
 in his pickup truck
We'd make a run to the county dump
We'd always wave when we saw someone
Hondo'd make up a tale as we rolled 
along
To the post office without fail
He'd get some chew and we'd check 
out the mail
And we never took the same road 
twice on the way back home

Well I miss grandpa and Hondo too
I really miss the things that used 
to do
So last week I went out and bought 
me an old pickup truck
Now me and the kids spend Saturdays
We do fun things in a simple way
We love to start the day with a ride
 in the pickup truck
We make a run to the county dump
We always wave if we see someone
The kids love to make up a song as 
we roll along
To the post office without fail
We get some stamps and we check out 
the mail
Wnd we never take the same road 
twice on the way back home
Half the fun's gettin' lost on the 
way back home