G                                C                  D
Memories of East Texas and those pine-green rolling hills
G                               C           D
Covered in the springtime with go1den daffodil1s
C               D                G          Bm      Em
Rowing on Sandy lake come April, harvesting hay in June
C
Sitting by the road watching well fires burn by an o1d October
D7
moon


[Chorus]
   C                         D                   G
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
       C                   D                     G
And I mean to tell you my friend they weren't no easy roads
           C                      D      G      Bm      Em
You had to watch out for all the curves down by Ke1sey Creek
     C
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture when the waters
        D
ran too deep


[Verse 2]
G                               C                    D
Memories of East Texas and of Gilmer, county seat of Upshur
G                                          C

Looking back and asking myself * 'What the hell did you let them
                   D
break your spirit for?'
       C                       D           G
Their lives ran in circles so small, they thought
        Bm      Em
they’d seen it all
    C
And they couldn't make a place for a girl who'd seen
     D7
the ocean


[Chorus]
    C                        D                  G
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
        C                  D                       G
And I mean to tell you my friend they weren't no easy roads
            C                     D      G        Bm    Em
You had to watch out for all the curves down by Ke1sey Creek
     C
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture when the waters
         D
ran too deep

[Verse 3]

          G                                 C
But those memories of East Texas and those pine-green rolling
D
hills
G                               C         D
Covered in the springtime with wild daffodils

C                       D      G      Bm  Em
Sitting in those Piney woods, playing my guitar
C
Thinking back on the roads I ' d come, thinking I had not come
      D7
that far

[Chorus]
    C                        D                  G
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
        C                  D                       G
And I mean to tell you my friend they weren't no easy roads
            C                     D      G        Bm    Em
You had to watch out for all the curves down by Ke1sey Creek
     C
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture when the waters
         D
ran too deep