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D                                                A
Making my way past Tullahoma, better pick up the pace
    D                                   A                D
I'm traveling with a three ring circus, headed for Santa Fe

  D                                                       A
I finally found a radio station that's keeping me wide a- wake
    D                     G                 D              A         D
And just when I like what I hear playing is when it starts fading a- way

[Chorus]
      G                                              D
We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
  G                                A
A truckers tan and dirty Ray Bans, looking for a place to top off the propane
                                         D
Moving along in this little house on the highway

[Inst] 
D D D 

    D                                                    A
The cabinet doors keep swinging open, each time I make a left
    D               G                  D           A            D
The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight west

Repeat Chorus

[Inst]
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D
Wheels keep rolling into mountain tops and the hills are all beginning to rise
You'll know you finally made it there, when the wood is all petrified

      G                                                 D
We'll don't use a brake, pop the clutch and shift those gears
     G                               A
It's no man's land to the Rio Grand, driving through the sand and we're just out here