Capo: 3rd fret
[Intro]
One two three four
One two
C G D Em
C G D Em
[Chorus]
C G
It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
D Em
I think it's about time we headed home
C G
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
D Em
Country boys don't die alone
[Break]
C G D Em
C G D Em
[Verse 1]
G C
Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman she's my baby
G D
I will be in Richmond by tonight
G C
With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me
G D
But they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights
[Chorus]
C G
It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
D Em
I think it's about time we headed home
C G
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
D Em
Country boys don't die alone
[Break]
C G D Em
C G D Em
[Verse 2]
G C
Every day's so fleetin' and I've been tryin'
G D
To save it while I can
G C
Look on her face all these hot humid days
G D
And the boys in my damn band
[Chorus]
C G
It's a motorcycle drive by, baby dryin' kind eyes
D Em
I think it's about time we headed home
C G
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
D Em
Country boys don't die alone
[Break]
C G D Em
C G D Em
[Verse 1]
G C
Readin' poetry under shade tree, that woman she's my baby
G D
I will be in Richmond by tonight
G C
With so much shame inside me, I just wanna hide me
G D
But they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
The country boys don't die alone
Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
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