Fried Apricot Pies

	  		


Intro: C , G , F , C , G 

C 
TC and Marie, great grandchild on each knee 
G 
Newcomers old timers, fully occupied and matching recliners 
        F 
which now are empty seats, in a place where everything 
C      G 
Feels perfect 

C 
Fried apricot pies 

Pick up truck rides 

Singing so high 
                   F 
At the top of our lungs 
               C 
Good to be so young 

C 
More for us to explore 

Sleep on the floor 

Go out the back door 
         F 
Stay outside 
            C 
Til supper time 

G 
Ice tea in a mayonnaise jar 

Rope swing in the hay barn 
                                                   C 
Hold your father's hand and hop across the cattle guard 

C 
Sittin' round that dining room table 

Eat all that you are able 
G 
Someones got a story to tell 

You heard it before but he tells it so well 
      F 
Your cousins and your brother, are pleadin' with your mother 
    C            G 
To stay one more day 

        C 
So God bless this cattle feed for breakfast 

A pick up truck in texas 

I'm starting to get restless 
                    F 
For the sun to come up 
                         C 
To bend the back of that truck 

C 
See double oak tree 

Down on one knee 

Take her by the hand 
            F 
Give her a ring 
                C 
It was meant to be 

G 
Climb over that barbed wire fence 

Take a look at those coyote prints 

Skip a rock across the tank 
                                C 
and think about the letter you sent 

C 
Sometimes summer's just to hard to take 

Of kneeling grasshoppers and copperhead snakes 
G 
  But that don't cause no fright 

Everything's gonna turn out alright 
F 
 We get disconnected, with the hopes of being resurrected 
    C           G 
And they ain't perfect 

C 
Oh, my love take it slow 

We reap and we sow 
                    
and after we all go 
                F 
We'll come back home 
                   C 
To those corduroy thrones 

C 
Fried apricot pies 
             (Fried apricot pies) 

Pick up truck rides 
                   (Pick up truck rides) 

Singing so high 
               (Singing so high)  (2x) 

Fried apricot pies 
             (Fried apricot pies) 

Pick up truck rides 

(together)Singing so high 
                   F (once) 
At the top of our lungs 
                C 
Good to be so young 

G 
Comin' down that long driveway 

Livin' room where we used to play 
                                                                C 
in the pastures that captured our hearts we let our youth get away 


G                C 
(humming)