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VERSE A Imagine a dirt road full of pot holes A With a creek bank and some cane poles
Verse 1 D Bare feet on a bench seat, highway and the sky Bandana in your blue jeans, you DJ, I d
Chorus 1 C Well I got friends from Colorado F C I got friend
Verse 1 F C F C I had a fake ID that looked nothin' like m
verse G C Seventeen, the only way I had a car F
Verse 1 A D You ought to shoot that last one down now A F#/D
Verse 1: G When you got a rockin' chair on your front porch C Tip it
verse Am F In your cup holder was some loose change Am F You got
Verse 1 C G D G I still chew a little red man C
