G                                                     Em7  Em7/F#  G 
The roads a lot tougher when you're driving this way 
G                                               Em7  Em7/F#  G 
The roads a lot rougher when you're going away 
G                              Em7  Em7/F#  G 
I only took the things I need  
G                                   Em7  Em7/F#  G 
And left the rest on Selma streets 
    C           C/B    D   
Now I'm in this truck alone  
           C    C/B     D 
And almost everything I own 
 
Chorus: 
   G                         F  C  G 
Is rolling around in the bed 
G                                           F  C  G 
I'm bound to lose what I couldn't tie down 
          D 
I got the radio playin but I still hear the sound 
        C 
And the further I go the louder it gets 
         G 
Well I'd hit the brakes but that guitar case and their tangled silhouette's 
        F        C            G 
Are all rolling around in the bed 
F        C            G 
Rolling around in the bed 
 
Picking up pieces and I'm picking up speed 
Turning might have been's into used to be's 
She was a little too fast and I'm a little too far 
To be a little bit sorry for the way things are 
If she's waiting by the phone 
I hope she's waiting all alone 
 
Chorus 
 
She was as good as good can get, trouble is she couldn't quit 
 
Chorus 
 
Rollin around in the bed, rolling around in the bed