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[Intro] C G/B Am G F F G C G/B Am G F F G [Verse 1]
Walkin’ Cout of the G/Bhay field at Am12 years Gold Lord it Fseems like Fyesterday G Watchin’ Cmy old G/Bman Amreach in his Gcooler As he Fwiped the Fsweat away G An Fice cold Schlitz and a Gshaker of salt He’d pour it Con and G/Bpull the Amtop G I remember Fthinkin’ that it must be good He Gnever left a single drop. G
[Chorus]
I put a Fhundred miles on Gmy old truck And never tCouched a G/Bblacktop Amroad G FComin’ to grips with Glosin’ ‘Pop’ Turns out to Cbe a G/Bheavy lAmoad G I ain’t Fgot enough gas or Gbeer in this truck to make the Churt G/Bgo away Am G He’s always Fbeen around.G.. but he left us todCayG/B Am G F F G G
[Verse 2]
Came home with a CSeabee’s taG/Bttoo on Ammy right Garm I Fserved my country well G Bought the Cfamily G/Bbusiness from Ammy old Gman back befFore loggin’ went to hell G It wasn’t Falways bad, I Gmade good money For Cyears – tG/Bruth be tAmold – G He was Fstandin’ right there by my side when the Gauctioneer said “sold” G
[Chorus]
I put a Fhundred miles on Gmy old truck and never tCouched a G/Bblacktop Amroad G FComin’ to grips with Glosin’ ‘Pop’ Turns out to Cbe a G/Bheavy lAmoad G I ain’t Fgot enough gas or Gbeer in this truck to make the Churt G/Bgo away Am G He’s always Fbeen around.G.. but he left us todCay C C C G
[Bridge]
He taught me Fhow to love, and Ghow to laugh, and how to Cwork harG/Bd every dAmay G To plant a gaFrden in the spGringtime and put up a Cwinter’s G/Bworth of Amhay G Stand Ftall for what I beGlieve in, help a CneighG/Bbor in nAmeed Am Am Am G Yea, Fmy old man Fmight be gone, but he Gstill lives on in Gme
[Chorus] (Modified)
I put a Fhundred miles on Gmy old truck and never tCouched a G/Bblacktop Amroad G FComin’ to grips with Glosin’ ‘Pop’ Turns out to Cbe a G/Bheavy lAmoad G I can’t gFet enough gas or bGeer in this truck to make the hCurt gG/Bo away Am Am ...He may nGot Fbe around.G.. but still lives in us toCdaG/By Am G F F
[Outro]
still Glives in Gus toCdaG/By Am G F F still Glives in us toCday
Written by Kimball Davis, Dennis Nix