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                                     G 
The sun sets slow and the stars 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                                         G 
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got. 
        C 
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends. 
F 
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin. 
C                                   G 
Thank God we get more than just one shot. 
            Dm  G           C 
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. 


       G          F                               C 
That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. 
       G           F                          Dm 
That's us, headin' straight into 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                                Dm 
Then it was girls, and everything changed, 
        G 
In our lives. 
                      Dm   G           C 
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks. 

 
       G           F                      C 
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. 
       G       F                    Dm 
That's us with mud on our tires 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                                     G 
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. 
            Dm  G               C 
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.