Intro:  Sounds like Pat plays a D.  This sounds close

     D                                         G
E|---0------2------3------2------0------2------3---|
B|---3------3------3------3------3------3------3---|
G|---2------2------2------2------2------2------0---|
D|---0------0------0------0------0------0------0---|
A|---X------X------X------X------X------X------2---|
E|---X------X------X------X------X------X------3---|

Em                                       D
Baby's just a little bit tired of the city

Em                                 D
Billboards and bullshit got her down

Em                                   D
Seem like you need a little hill country

Em                                                    A
Little backroads driving, little bit of the old top down

           G            A          D
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime

Em                  A        D
Forget about yourself for awhile

G                 A                  D     A       Bm
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me

Em        A     G                       A
Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight

Em      A             D    (play intro)
Ok, alright, carry on

Em                              D
Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville

Em                               D
You know his eyes have seen the miles

Em                                   D
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy

Em                                     A
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile

        G              A         D
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime

Em               A         D
Forget about yourself for awhile

G                A                    D         A            Bm
Will go down to El Arroyo have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go

Em      A     G                        A
Ok, alright, just might try to get it right tonight

Em      A           D
Ok, alright, carry on, yeah


G  O:  Play chords of the Chorus and then Intro

Em                                        D
Love'll make sure that you got your troubles

Em                                        D
Love'll make sure that you work too hard

Em                            D
Ain't nobody that don't get tired

Em                                              A
Watch your troubles pile up big in your own backyard

Em                                                 D
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands

Em                                       D
Set it spinning off on a course all your own

Em                                            D
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder

Em                             A
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home

       G               A         D
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime

Em               A         D
Forget about yourself for awhile

G                     A                D         A              Bm
If ya live your whole life upon a shelf, you got no one to blame but your own damn self

Em     A       G                            A
Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight

Em     A          Em        A          Em       A           Em       A
Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright,

          D
Oh carry on