We rode in trucks - Luke Bryan, ukulele chords

Published: 2017-10-22 16:31
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro: D G D

Verse:
D
Down where I born it was heaven on earth.
G
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
D                          A
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
   D
We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids.
   G
You either lived on a farm or wish you did.
D                      A
Jesus always walked close by our side.
 E7                A         G D G
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

D
Thereʼs a lot about life you can learn on a bus,
G
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.
D                             A
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.
D
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.
G
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantinʼ to sin.
D                        A
Thank God we get more than just one shot.
E7           A       D
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Chorus:
A                    D   G       D
Thatʼs us, haulinʼ hay in the field with the radio on.
A                    G                E7
Thatʼs us, headinʼ straight into town when the work is done.

A              G       D          G
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridinʼ down Buck Island Road.
A             E7
It wasnʼt that long ago.

Verse:
D
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
G
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
D              A
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
D
It was huntinʼ and fishinʼ and football games.
G               E7
Then it was girls, and everything changed,
A                      E7    A         D
In our lives?   Fallinʼ in and out of love, we rode in trucks.

Chorus:
A            G                    D
Thatʼs us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
A            G               E7
Thatʼs us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
A       G                D       G
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridinʼ down Buck Island Road.
G             E7   G              E7    G D G
It wasnʼt that long ago, itʼs apart of my soul. Yeah.
D
Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.
G
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
D                     A
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
A    E7    A     D G D G D
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks