A/D G/D D A/D D D D D
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]
D D D G G G A A
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
