[Intro]

Verse 
         F#                    B 
She had faded red paint on her windshield 
        F#                      B 
Said, "Zero dollars down, come make a deal" 
       F#                       B                    F#   B 
Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more 
         F#                                B 
Rocking three good years and miss you lane 
    F#                             B 
A tailgate hanging on by a thread 
        F#                                 F#m 
With an old V8 knock-knocking on heaven's door 

Pre Chorus 
F#                    B 
Lord knows it wasn't perfect 
F# 
But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it 


[Refrão]

Chorus 
F# 
Hell, yeah, those were the good days 
F#                      B 
Driving by my own rules 
           F#               B 
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway 
F#                             B 
Man, I never felt more cool 
F#                                B 
They say ain't nothin' like the first time 
F#                   B 
And it was love at first drive 
         F# 
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school 


Solo 
|F# B 
|F# B 

Verse 
       F#                             B 
I was playing chicken with a check engine light 
        F# 
Sent a twenty dollar bill to the emission guy 
          F#                                             D A#m F# 
Got her shined up good for that game every Friday night 
F#                     B 
Lord knows it wasn't perfect 
F# 
But I was happy it was working 
(Working) 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
F# 
Hell, yeah, those were the good days 
F#                      B 
Driving by my own rules 
           F#               B 
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway 
F#                             B 
Man, I never felt more cool 
F#                                B 
They say ain't nothin' like the first time 
F#                   B 
And it was love at first drive 
         F# 
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school 


|F# B 
|F#     B        F#   B 
 (That truck I drove) 
|F#m B 

Bridge 
F# 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F#                           B 
I bet she's running like nothin's changed 
F#                    G#m           F# 
Duck tape, zip tie, static on the radio 
E                                        F# B 
Driving on the back, kissing on twenty-four 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
F# 
Hell, yeah, those were the good days 
F#                      B 
Driving by my own rules 
           F#               B 
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway 
F#                             B 
Man, I never felt more cool 
F#                                B 
They say ain't nothin' like the first time 
F#                   B 
And it was love at first drive 
         F# 
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school 

Outro 
F#                                  B 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F# 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F#                                  B 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F# 
I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder 
F#                                   B 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F# 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
F# 
I kinda wonder where she's at these days 
I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder