Lagwagon - A feedbag of truckstop poetry

I pull over for a ^Cfeedbag,^Am i thought of ^Fyou, it wasn't ^Gbad you had dir^Cection and d^Amrive and you ^Farrived at closing ^Gtime to find^C they wiped down the ^Ambar ^Cand they built you a^Am bed ^Flaid your head to ^Grest and left you ^Amtry t^Go true a^Fgain you maybe ^Cproud the^Amn as it was ^Falways wish for ^Gthought i would i^Cmagine you ^Amoff maybe i could ^Fsee you a^Ggain we could sit ^Cdown and have a ^Ammoment and talk ab^Cout your suic^Amide and i would ^Fput away your ^Gdeath if you could ^Amput ^Gaway the d^Fope ^Fand all our ^Genemies, well ^Amthere's no time for y^Fou to know them ^Fany crooked ^Gmind disease but ^Amhopeless fools t^Fhey will be missing you F F F F F F Am Am Am G F F F F F F Am Am Am G F F F F G G G

I pulled over for^C nostalgi^Ama i thought of ^Fsuffe^Cring the ^Gjoke no one d^Celivered the punch^Amline no res^Folution is ^Ghere ^Ci couldn't sharpen the ^Amview ^Fand it's still drawn to ^Gyou ^Fwaiting on the ^Gnew but then this^Am story h^Fas no ^Cend as ^Gwe continue ^Cdriving