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Craig Morgan "More Trucks Than Cars" I prefer to use barre chords for this song. Like this: Ab Gb Db Bbm Eb e|-4---2---9---1----6--| B|-4---2---9---2----8--| G|-5---3---10--3----8--| D|-6---4---11--3----8--| A|-6---4---11--1----6--| E|-4---2---9---1----6--| (intro) 2x Ab Gb Db (verse) Ab Gb Dd Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes Ab Gb Db Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin’ off your tank knows your name Ab Gb Db Water tower, power lines, swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign Bbm Eb And county fairs, raise your hands up if you’ve been there (chorus) Ab Gb Db Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby Bbm Eb And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night. Ab Db We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again Bbm Dd And pray that our boys come home alive Db Bbm Eb And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts (no chord) Ab Gb Db, Ab Gb Db Where there’s more trucks than cars. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/c/craig-morgan/340114.html ] (verse) Ab Gb Db Well, I’ve been there on the concrete of them big city streets Ab Gb In my Ford truck, traffic jam in the town square Db (no chord) Told my buddies living up there, good luck Ab Gb Db Meanwhile back in Tennessee we’re raising our babies and our own green beans Bbm Eb Kicking up dust, come on down when you had enough (chorus) Ab Gb Db Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby Bbm Eb And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night. Ab Gb Db We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again Bbm Db And pray that our boys come home alive Bbm Eb And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts Eb Where there’s more trucks than cars. (instrumental) 2x Ab Gb Db (out) (no chord) Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy, your pretty waitress calls you baby And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night. Ab Gb Db We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again Bbm Ab Db And pray that our boys come home alive Db Bbm Db And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts Db Ab Gb Db Where there’s more trucks than cars. Ab Gb, Db Ab Db Ab Where there’s more trucks than cars. |