We Rode In Trucks

Intro: (C  F) 2x

Verso 1:
           C
Down where I born it was heaven on 
earth.
    F
The Flint River washes that red 
Georgia dirt.
C                             
The sun sets slow and the stars 
        G
shine bright.
          C
We raised cotton, corn, a little 
cane, and kids.
           F
You either lived on a farm or wish 
you did.
C                               G
Jesus always walked close by our 
side.
            Dm  G           C    
      F
    F
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Verso 2:
        C
There's a lot about life you can 
learn on a bus,
       F
How to lie, how to fight, how to 
kiss, how to cuss.
    C                              
The closer we sat to the back, the 
           G
smarter we got.
        C
We were poor, we were ugly, we were 
all best friends.
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F
White-eyed, baptized, and still 
wantin' to sin.
C                                 
Thank God we get more than just 
  G
one shot.
            Dm  G           C
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Refrão:
       G          F               
That's us, haulin' hay in the 
                C
field with the radio on.
       G           F           
That's us, headin' straight into 
               Dm
town when the work is done.
      G            F              
    C         C/E
         F
In my mind, I can still see us now, 
ridin' down Buck Island Road.
F                   Dm           G
It wasn't that long ago.

Verso 3:
C
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
F
Was all it would take to be like our
 old man.
    C                         G
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
       C
It was huntin' and fishin' and 
football games.
F                                
Then it was girls, and everything 
Dm
changed,
        G
In our lives.
                      Dm   G      
Fallin' in and out of love, we 
     C
rode in trucks.

Refrão 2:
       G           F              
That's us with our tailgates down 
        C
in the parking lot.
       G       F                  
That's us with mud on our tires 
  Dm
when it rained a lot.
     G            F               
  C           C/E
         F
In my mind, I can still see us now, 
ridin' down Buck Island Road.
                    Dm             
    G                 F
 G
It wasn't that long ago, it's apart 
of my soul. Yeah.

Outro:
           C
Down where I was born, it was heaven
 on earth.
    F
The Flint River washes that red 
Georgia dirt.
C                             
The sun sets slow and the stars 
        G
shine bright.
            Dm  G               C
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.