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D
G      C   G
D          G

[Verse 1]
G                                      C         G
Well the roller guys were high and ol' Lenny was dry
G                                    D
The old man pulled up in that pickup truck (Silverado!)
          G                             C               G
He said, "Boys, hurry up. I got Big Jim coming with the pup
         D                             G
and that god damn silo at the plant is full."

[Verse 2]
                G                         C           G
"I know there's rain overhead but boys we still gotta spread
     G                                D
Even if that anti-stripper kills you all. (And it will!)
          G                               C                  G
I'm gonna work you like a dog through the sunshine, snow and fog.
       D                            G
Don't expect an early layoff in the fall."

[Chorus]
       Em                   G
Laying down that wretched blacktop
G
Staying late for another load
                                D
But I don't wanna see that road again.
                                    Em
Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

[Verse 3]
         G                               C                 G
I ain't got no education, I don't give a fuck about segregation
 G                                     D
Compaction? You can drive that up your ass (All the way up!)
   G                                     C                  G
I'd rather be lying in the shade with an ice cold beer, I'd have it made
   D                             G
Aw hell, I'd even rather cut the grass

[Chorus]
       Em                   G
Laying down that wretched blacktop
G
Staying late for another load
                                D
But I don't wanna see that road again.
                                    Em
Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

[Solo]
G       C   G
G       D
G       C   G
D           G
Em      G
Em      B7
G   D   C   B7
G D C B7
G D C B7
G D C B7
Em

[Verse 4]
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Late in the year we fall behind and the only chance for piece of mind
  G                                          D
Is when the plant breaks down or it begins a-rainin'
   G                                            C                     G
On days like that we don't make a dime, so I'll tell you folks how we pass the time
    D                             G
By telling lies, making bets and complaining

[Chorus]
             Em                   G
'Bout laying down that wretched blacktop
G
Staying late for another load
                                D
But I don't wanna see that road again.
                                    Em
Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

[Solo]
Em      G
G            D    Em

[Verse 5]
G                                   C                         G
You may think I'm a whiny bitch and some folks would say that I'm a snitch
          G                                  D
But you'd change your tune if you were in my shoes
  G                                C                   G
I can't pretend that life is fine, slaving here on ol' 289
    D                                 C
Truth is, I can't shake these blacktop blues

[Outro]
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D         G