Misc Originals - Db curtis - south dakota chrome

^AmSounds like rolling thunder ^AmComing cross the land ^AmRunning down the rising hill ^AmKicking up the sand It’s ^Amjust those big stone county boys ^AmHot rod skull and bones ^AmBurnin oil and rubber smoke ^Am40 miles from home

The ^Fwind’s as dry as The ^Fsun round here ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am

There ^Ammusta been a dozen of em ^AmRunning on a dare ^Am50 bucks for raisin hell Down ^Amat the county fair ^AmTearing up the parking lot ^AmSpinning rocks and stones If ^Amwe can’t run em outta town The ^Amweekend could get long

The ^Fwind’s as dry as The ^Fsun round here ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am And it ^Fsure gets cold In the ^Fwinter time ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am

^AmDizzy Dale and Little Joe They ^Amtook the task at hand ^AmRevving up their engines They ^Amrounded up the clan ^Am20 cars on Mission Street Old ^Amsteel and iron bones ^AmRan those boys back up the hill ^AmBack to no man’s land

The ^Fwind’s as dry as The ^Fsun round here ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am And it ^Fsure gets cold In the ^Fwinter time ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am

They ^Amheaded back the way they came ^AmRunning ‘gainst the wind I’m ^Amthinking it could be a while ’Fore ^Amthey come back again ^AmFriday night’s for running late I ^Amhope you make it home When ^Ammorning hits the blacktop Joe You’re ^Amnothin but alone

The ^Fwind’s as dry as The ^Fsun round here ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am And it ^Fsure gets cold In the ^Fwinter time ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am

The ^Fwind’s as dry as The ^Fsun round here ^G Nothing shines like South Dakota chrome^Am