Luke Bryan – We Rode In Trucks Correct (Guitar)

           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.

        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.

       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.

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.

       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.

           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.