Back Roads
Brandon Rhyder
Conviction
Drop D Tuning
Some of the weird chords at the end of the
chorus are just a long walkdown from the Cadd9
to the D, but here they are:
G/B - x20033
Dsus4/A - x00033
Dsus4/F - 300033
The [D]backroads of this county
Cross like the [Cadd9]laces on my boots
And I've been [G/B]running them down since I was able [D]to
I left home at n[D]ineteen
Swore I was [Cadd9]never goin back
Nights like [G/B]this I wish thats where I was [D]at
CHORUS:
Slow pokin' down a [Cadd9]blacktop
Cuttin tires on a [D]white rock
There's a party on a [Cadd9]dead end road
We're just hopin that the [D]cops dont show
Somebody is l[Cadd9]ookin for a fight
It's gonna be that [D]kind of night
When I get too [Cadd9]far from home[G/B]
I go find me a [D]back road[Cadd9][G/B][Dsus4/A][Dsus4/F][D]
Well I remember the summer
That I turned sixteen
I made out with a girl in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet
And I drank my first beer
On the Louisiana state line
My first time to see the other side
CHORUS (No walkdown at the end)
[Cadd9]Well I heard them tell me
Son don't [D]forget where you came from
[Cadd9]And I never have
And I still like to [D]beat that drum
[Cadd9]
To the [D]tall pine trees
It [A]forever will be
Right [A]here inside of me
CHORUS
Brandon Rhyder
Conviction
Drop D Tuning
Some of the weird chords at the end of the
chorus are just a long walkdown from the Cadd9
to the D, but here they are:
G/B - x20033
Dsus4/A - x00033
Dsus4/F - 300033
The [D]backroads of this county
Cross like the [Cadd9]laces on my boots
And I've been [G/B]running them down since I was able [D]to
I left home at n[D]ineteen
Swore I was [Cadd9]never goin back
Nights like [G/B]this I wish thats where I was [D]at
CHORUS:
Slow pokin' down a [Cadd9]blacktop
Cuttin tires on a [D]white rock
There's a party on a [Cadd9]dead end road
We're just hopin that the [D]cops dont show
Somebody is l[Cadd9]ookin for a fight
It's gonna be that [D]kind of night
When I get too [Cadd9]far from home[G/B]
I go find me a [D]back road[Cadd9][G/B][Dsus4/A][Dsus4/F][D]
Well I remember the summer
That I turned sixteen
I made out with a girl in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet
And I drank my first beer
On the Louisiana state line
My first time to see the other side
CHORUS (No walkdown at the end)
[Cadd9]Well I heard them tell me
Son don't [D]forget where you came from
[Cadd9]And I never have
And I still like to [D]beat that drum
[Cadd9]
To the [D]tall pine trees
It [A]forever will be
Right [A]here inside of me
CHORUS
