Bryan Luke

Bryan Luke

We Rode In Trucks
nível avançado
[Intro ]
E    A     E     A 

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

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


[Refrão]
Chorus B A E That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. B A F#m That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done. B A E E/G# A In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. A F#m B It wasn't that long ago. verse 3 E We thought tobacco and beer in a can A Was all it would take to be like our old man. E B But I saw how it made my momma cry. E It was huntin' and fishin' and football games. A F#m Then it was girls, and everything changed, B In our lives. F#m B E Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks.
[Refrão]
Chorus 2 B A E That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. B A F#m That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot. B A E E/G# A In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. F#m B A B It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah. Outro E Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth. A The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. E B The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. F#m B E Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Enviado por: Terrance Schmitz

Corrigido por: sem correções