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Car Wreck by Devil Makes Three Tabbed By: Taylor Sansom Capo 4 I'm still not sure of the picking pattern but when I get it I'll tab it out as well. I'm 90% sure of the chords except it might go C to Am in the verse instead of C to F but both sound pretty good and can be accomplished with a slight change in your singing. C/B is just the walkdown/transition chord between C and Am
CHe grew up in a oFne-horse town GWasn't much to do since all them Cbars had closed Gdown CHe'd stare up to the stars sometimes when Fno one was around AGnd he dreamed of getting Cout
So he Fbought himself a pick-up truck that was Gcovered up in rust He found a Fbuddy for of shotgun seat that was Gsomeone he could trust And they Chit the gas, C/Bheaded west out Amto the setting sun FWhen the dust had Gcleared, they were Cgone.
Well Fleaving just came natural, that's the Gway it seemed to him He'd been Fdoing it so long, that's the Gway he'd always been And you can Cfind him in some C/Bhotel room with the Amtelevision on HCe might be C/Bhigh and he'll Amprobably ramble on You can Claugh beneath C/Bfluorescent lights and Amdrink until the dawn But in the Fmornin'....in the Gmornin' when you wake up he'll be Cgone.
CSo he met a girl in a Ftown along the way She had Gbeautiful brown eyes and a Cplace that he could Gstay CSo he fell in love, and she Ffell in love in kind IGt was so perfect that of Ccourse he lost his Gmind.
He Fsnuck of the kitchen one Gday before the dawn SFhe called out after him and Gran across the lawn And he Csaid some things that he C/Bdidn't mean That he'd Ambest be travelin' on FShe shed some Gtears and he was Cgone.
Well Fleaving just came natural, that's the Gway it seemed to him He'd been Fdoing it so long, that's the Gway he'd always been And you can Cfind him in some C/Bhotel room with the Amtelevision on HCe might be C/Bhigh and he'll Amprobably ramble on You can Claugh beneath C/Bfluorescent lights and Amdrink until the dawn But in the Fmornin'....in the Gmornin' when you wake up he'll be Cgone.
CEighteen years later, fifteen-Fhundred miles from home HGe can't shake her from his mind though the Cwhiskey soaks his Gbones HeC heads out on a back-roads in the Fmiddle of the night HGead up to the meadow, you know he Ctimed that curve just Gright But some Fbridges you cross over but the Grest you've got to burn He Fmay have lost the road the road but I Gknow he made his turn
And as we Cpulled him from the C/Bwreckage, I pAmromised him a song FCuz it was Gclear that he was Cgone.
Well Fleaving just came natural, that's the Gway it seemed to him He'd been Fdoing it so long, that's the Gway he'd always been And you can Cfind him in some C/Bhotel room with the Amtelevision on HCe might be C/Bhigh and he'll Amprobably ramble on You can Claugh beneath C/Bfluorescent lights and Amdrink until the dawn But in the Fmornin'....in the Gmornin' when you wake up he'll be Cgone.