G                              C        G       
yea i catch my buzz in the black of the night 
  D                          C        G 
where nobody ever goes and the warm win blows 
  G                          C           G 
and if i lose my cool in the open then it shows 
  D                    G  
that im down and i aint alright 
 G                          C      G 
i search my soul where there is no moon 
  D                             C         G 
the trees all cross and they're covered in moss 
 G                                    C         G 
if the crickets wanna know then i'll tell em what i lost 
  D                G 
oh i got th tailgate blues 

Am      G 


D                 C      G 
i aint sure where it all began 
D                 G 
somewhere round here i know 
D                           C        G 
this bridge was a little more crowded then 
      Em                         D 
i was playin her a tailgate show 
C                     D 
now im just sittin here alone 



D            C   G 
damn that AM radio  
D                    G    
for playin more than a song 
D                           C         G 
my heart wont beat if the strings are broke 
Em                    D 
the melodys hittin me wrong 
C                     D 
right here where she belongs 



D                                C          
the crickets heard my story and i listened to em sing 
G                      D 
as i closed the tailgate up 
D                   C                          D 
aint no tellin what tommorrow might bring maybe me 
                C                        D 
and a dixie cup       but that wont be enough