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] Out here on the [Gb]backside of that [Dd]city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
[Ab] Pretty girl working [Gb]at the bank and the [Db]fella toppin? off your tank knows your name
[Ab] Water tower, [Gb]power lines, [Db]swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign
[Bbm] And county fairs, raise your [Eb]hands up if you?ve been there
(chorus)
[Ab]Where there?s biscuits, grits and [Gb]gravy and the [Db]waitress calls you baby
And the [Bbm]starlight?s like a streetlight on a summer [Eb]night.
We say [Ab]hell ya and amen, y[Db]eehaw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our boys come home a[Dd]live
A[Db]nd when Old Glory flies, [Bbm]we still hold our hands over our [Eb]hearts
(no chord) Ab Gb Db, Ab Gb Db
Where there?s more trucks than cars.
(verse)
Well, I?ve[Ab] been there on the [Gb]concrete of them [Db]big city streets
In my Ford truck,[Ab] traffic jam in the t[Gb]own square
Db (no chord)
Told my buddies living up there, good luck
[Ab]Meanwhile back in [Gb]Tennessee we?re r[Db]aising our babies and our own green beans
[Bbm] Kicking up dust, come on [Eb]down when you had enough
(chorus)
[Ab]Where there?s biscuits, grits and [Gb]gravy and the [Db]waitress calls you baby
And the [Bbm]starlight?s like a streetlight on a summer [Eb]night.
We say [Ab]hell ya and [Gb]amen, yee[Db]haw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our boys come home [Db]alive
And when Old G[Bbm]lory flies, we still hold our hands over our [Eb]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.
We say [Ab]hell ya and [Gb]amen, yee[Db]haw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our [Ab]boys come home [Db]alive
[Db]And when Old Glory flies, [Bbm]we still hold our hands over our [Db]hearts
[Db]Where there?s more trucks than [Ab]car[Gb]s.[Db]
Ab Gb, Db Ab Db Ab
Where there?s 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] Out here on the [Gb]backside of that [Dd]city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
[Ab] Pretty girl working [Gb]at the bank and the [Db]fella toppin? off your tank knows your name
[Ab] Water tower, [Gb]power lines, [Db]swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign
[Bbm] And county fairs, raise your [Eb]hands up if you?ve been there
(chorus)
[Ab]Where there?s biscuits, grits and [Gb]gravy and the [Db]waitress calls you baby
And the [Bbm]starlight?s like a streetlight on a summer [Eb]night.
We say [Ab]hell ya and amen, y[Db]eehaw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our boys come home a[Dd]live
A[Db]nd when Old Glory flies, [Bbm]we still hold our hands over our [Eb]hearts
(no chord) Ab Gb Db, Ab Gb Db
Where there?s more trucks than cars.
(verse)
Well, I?ve[Ab] been there on the [Gb]concrete of them [Db]big city streets
In my Ford truck,[Ab] traffic jam in the t[Gb]own square
Db (no chord)
Told my buddies living up there, good luck
[Ab]Meanwhile back in [Gb]Tennessee we?re r[Db]aising our babies and our own green beans
[Bbm] Kicking up dust, come on [Eb]down when you had enough
(chorus)
[Ab]Where there?s biscuits, grits and [Gb]gravy and the [Db]waitress calls you baby
And the [Bbm]starlight?s like a streetlight on a summer [Eb]night.
We say [Ab]hell ya and [Gb]amen, yee[Db]haw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our boys come home [Db]alive
And when Old G[Bbm]lory flies, we still hold our hands over our [Eb]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.
We say [Ab]hell ya and [Gb]amen, yee[Db]haw, and y?all come back again
And [Bbm]pray that our [Ab]boys come home [Db]alive
[Db]And when Old Glory flies, [Bbm]we still hold our hands over our [Db]hearts
[Db]Where there?s more trucks than [Ab]car[Gb]s.[Db]
Ab Gb, Db Ab Db Ab
Where there?s more trucks than cars.
