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G                       Cmaj7 G 
Tradin my phone for the road again 
G                       D       G 
singin my songs with an old best friend 
G                       Cmaj7 G 
runnin around with a childs mind 
G                       D      G 
a man gets lucky on a couple of times 

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G                    D       G 
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G                       Cmaj7 G 
Chewin bubble gum called nicorette 
G                       D       G 
I wonder why my ache hasnt left me yet 
G            Cmaj7      G 
I'll be back before you know 
G                       D      G 
so dont you worry about the grass being mowed 

D 
so we packed our bags 
    G 
and hit the road 
D                     G 
singin all the way to ohio 
D                      G 
singin my song with an old best friend 
D 
hopin that the world dont end 

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G                    D       G 
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G                          Cmaj7   G 
From Salt Lake City to the upstate town 
G                                 D         G 
a man either learns to swim or he learns to drown 
G                        Cmaj7 G 
I never put value in the money scheme 
G                                   D       G 
I traded my college education for a song to sing 

D                          G 
well I hope my baby it can see the truth 
D                            G 
I'm chasin my feather like a man should do 
D                      G 
one days comin but the next days here 
D 
you never get a hand thats fair 

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G                    D       G 
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G                    Cmaj7   G 
Draggin my body from east to west 
G                          D      G 
lookin for somethin havent found it yet 
G                              Cmaj7   G 
well i cant see forward cuz it disappears 
G                                D         G 
so i look into the moment and it all comes clear 

D                                   G 
And if we never make it back to the beehive state 
D                     G 
From gunshot flood to hurricane 
D                            G 
puts a pretty price on our heads to take 
D 
well meet you where the souls gonna pay 
no way 

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