G(stop)            G(stop)           G               C
Well the sun is shinning and a so am I as we click off another mile
D                                                          G
Yeah them old gray plains are callin my name but Im missing my baby's smile

G                                                                          C
It's been three long weeks, waist deep in the creek and I'll gladly tell you why
D                                                             G
Cause its fold or hit, I'm too old to quit just a little too young to die

Said I've passed the test, I ain't the baddest or the best
But I have whipped an ass or two
And I could play these songs for millionaires
But I'd rather raise em' up with you
Another tank and toll, what's left of my soul
Hammer down, it's time to fly
Break out the stash, put on some Johnny Cash
Let's watch America Roll By

Said I've run the race, stared the Devil in the face
But I laughed and I walked away
Cuz' them demons in me, their itching to breed
But I'm trying to keep them at bay
Another tank and toll, what's left of my soul
Hammer down, it's time to fly
Break out the stash, put on some Johnny Cash
Let's watch America Roll By

From Texarcana up to Montana
United we stand
I'll let ole' Chuck Berry make me feel merry
Singing bout the Promised Land
I love my Maker's Mark, & kissin' in the dark
Yeah, the music keeps me high
So fill up the tank, put on some Hank
Let's Watch America Roll By




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