Ashley McBryde - You dont choose the road

^GMy dressing room doesn't have a star But it's got four wheel drive and it's pa^Drked outside this bar I got t^Ghree pair of jeans and a pair of b^Coots Just like th^Gem, I've about worn thro^Dugh That t^Gip jar barely covers gasoline I play songs I didn't write and sing wor^Dds that I don't mean I got a b^Gand and we can't afford to re^Chearse This gu^Gitar is a blessing and a c^Durse

But for be^Ctter or wor^Dse, ri^Gcher and for poorer I sing S^Cweet Home Al^Dabama I sing W^Galking The Floor And I ^Cdo it a thousand ti^Dmes and m^Bmake it sound brand ^Cnew ^AmYou don't choose the ^Croad^D, the road chooses y^Gou.^{C G}

Some old smokey bar in a different time z^Done And I ^Gbeat myself to hell and lost s^Cleep But it never f^Gails, you're happy to see ^Dme

^CFor better or w^Dorse, rich^Ger and for poorer I k^Cnow I said two ^Dweeks, it might b^Ge a couple more But you k^Cnew what you signed o^Dn for the d^Bmay you said I ^Cdo You don't c^Amhoose the ro^Cad,^D the road chooses yo^Gu F^Cor better or w^Dorse, for ri^Gcher and for poorer I sing S^Cweet Home Ala^Dbama while they're ^Gsweepin the fl^Coors And I'll d^Co it again to^Dmorrow and m^Bmake it sound brand ^Cnew Cause you don't ch^Amoose the road^C, t^Dhe road chooses y^Gou ^{C G} The r^Doad chooses ^Gyo^Cu ^G