We Rode In Trucks by Luke Bryan
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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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.
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Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
Verse 2
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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.
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Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
Chorus
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That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on.
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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.
Verse 3
E
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
A
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
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But I saw how it made my momma cry.
       E
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games.
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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.
Chorus 2
       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.
Outro
           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.