Lyle Lovett – Truck Song (Guitar)

               D7                    A
Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road

                D         E             A
Well, It's over three days since I left Houston

               D7
Ole Black's my truck's name

             A            D         E            A
She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

                D7                        A
Well, I went to high school and I was not popular

         D     E             A
Now I am older, and it don't matter

               D7
Ole Black's my truck's name

           A
She's held together

           D         E           A
I've slept inside her when I was tired

             D7                      A
I've been to Paris, and I don't mean Texas

            D          E            A
Well, I met Wim Wenders one time in London

               D7                         A
Ole Black's my truck's name. She's held together

              D        E            A
My lane's the right one when I'm in England

        D7                     A
My baby calls me, she says she loves me

           D       E         A
And when I see her, then I believe her

               D7
Ole Black's my truck's name

                   A
And, oh, she don't say much

           D     E             A
We leave together and lay some rubber

             D7                    A
On down that highway, turn up that dirt road

          D         E             A
It's over three days since I left Houston

               D7
Ole Black's my truck's name

             A            D         E            A
She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

               D7                    A
Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road

          D         E             A
It's over three days since I left my home

               D7
Ole Black's my truck's name

             A            D         E            A
She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

      D         E            A
By BF Good tires and bailing wire