[Intro] (x2)
E|--12-----------------------------------------|
B|----15--12-----------------------------------|
G|-----------14b16--12-------2--------2vib-----|
D|--------------------14-----2-----------------|
A|---------------------------0---2-3-----------|
E|---------------------------------------------|

Fig.1
E|----2-s4--2-2--0---------------|
B|-------------------------------|
G|----2-s4--2-2--1-------2-------|
D|-----------------------2-------|
A|-------------------3b----------|
E|-------------------------------|

Fig.2
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------0-2----------------------2------2---------------------|
D|--0-2--------------------0-2---2--4---2--2--4---5---5--4---4----2--0----2v-----|
A|--0-2---2--4---2--2--4---0-----0--0---0--0--0------------------------3b--------|
E|--0-----0--0---0--0--0---------------------------------------------------------|

Fig.3
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------0-2---------------------4---------------------|
D|--0-2--------------------0-2---2--4---2--2--4----4---4--6---4--4--6----|
A|--0-2---2--4---2--2--4---0-----0--0---0--0--0----2---0--0---0--0--0----|
E|--0-----0--0---0--0--0-------------------------------------------------|

[Break]
E|---------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------|
G|---------------2--------2--------|
D|---2------2----2--------2--------|
A|---2------2----0---3-4-----------|
E|---0--3-4------------------------|

Fig.2   In a flat Forty-One with my strat by the door
        We was goin' to the country for what we came for
Fig.2   I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air
        The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there

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Fig.2   I was approachin' Silverton down by the cotton gin
        There was old man Berton trying to flag me in
Fig.2   He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas
        I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast."

Fig.1 *1

Fig.3   Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet
Fig.2   Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet

[Break]
Fig.1 *2

Fig.2   I took the road down to Cinco
        Through that red Brazos River land
Fig.2   done hit that freeway at sunset
        Now the big city lights are at hand
Fig.1 *1
Fig.3   Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet
Fig.2   Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet
Fig.1 *3