Randy Houser - Route 3 box 250 d

^DI'd like to say it was perfect ^DGrowing up was a fairytale ^DBut Hollywood don't make no movies ^DAbout a house up on wheels down a ^Gdirt road, Mississippi Tucked back in the ^Dtrees Route ^A3 Box 250 D ^D

^DWell the man my mama married ^DHad a mean streak in his blood ^DAnd when he took to drinking ^DHe'd take it out on us ^DAnd I could ^Ghear my mama crying That made it hard to ^Dsleep Route ^A3 Box 250 D ^D

^GThat's where I ^Cbecame a ^Gman Long before my ^Dtime ^GAnd since I left I ^Cain't been ^Gback But I go back in my ^Amind

Thank ^DGod for Buford Bailey ^DHe had a pond he'd let me fish ^DThat's where I'd run off to ^DEvery chance I'd get And I would ^Gpray that God was listening And He'd come rescue ^Dme Route ^A3 Box 250 D^D

^BmThen one day, my u^Ancle pulled up in a p^Gickup truck ^F#mLoaded up everything^{Em F#m}Wasn't much but it was ^Aeverything

^DI'd like to say it was perfect ^DGrowing up was a fairytale ^DBut Hollywood don't make no movies ^DAbout a house up on wheels down a ^Gdirt road, Mississippi Thats what made me &^Dquot;me" Route ^A3 Box 250 D ^D