Dierks Bentley - Cab of my truck

^D Cracked windshield, that I super-glued ^C Crumpled-up cans and a^G beat up bag of^D Red Man chew ^D Fix-a-Flat, Johnny Cash box set, And^C half a dozen^G parking tickets that I^D ain’t paid yet And^E sittin’ on,^F# that cloth bench seat I got my^G shotgun girl, ridin’^A next to me.

^G Four wheels turnin’, two hearts burnin’, we go runnin’ wild Gonna^B make a million memories, for every hundred thousand miles A^G learnin’ everything, I’ll ever need to know about life and^A love^{C A} In the cab of my^D truc^Gk.^F

^D Slidin’ rear, back window So it’s an^C easy reach to where my^G cooler keeps ‘em^D iced down cold ^D Roll of duct tape, WD-40, Ain’t^C nothin’ too loose or^G locked too tight for a^D man like me Yeah I might^E take it slow,^F# 30 through town But on a^G back dirt road, girl I put the^A hammer down.

^G Four wheels turnin’, two hearts burnin’, we go runnin’ wild Gonna^B make a million memories, for every hundred thousand miles A^G learnin’ everything, I’ll ever need to know about life and^A love^{C A} In the cab of my^G truck^D. ^{E G}

^G Down by the river, two bodies in the, glow of the radio dial Gonna^B make a million memories, for every hundred thousand miles A^G learnin’ everything, I’ll ever need to know about life and^A love^{C A}

In the cab of my^D truck^G, In the^D cab of my truck^G. ^D