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Ran outta gas somewhere in Arizona
F C G
So, I started walking through that red mud
F C G
You said you saw God through one of them picture sliding viewers
F C G
And He walked with you through the rain
F C G
Remember running through all them pine roads
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Back when we were just kids and we swore we had everything figured out?
F C G
Ain't it something, how life keeps moving?
F C G
Heard you're having a baby now and you're moving
F C G
On and on, we just keep rambling down the road
F C G
Highways and skylines take us back to places we'd been before
F C G
And your heart got me through it
F C G
Yeah, your heart got me through it (Yoo)
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
F
The older I get
G
So much more that I'm thinking about
C G Am
Ways I might wind up dead
F G
But never, no, not once do I think about my life
C
Without you in it
F C G
Water's filling up all them side streets
F C G
But that's alright, we'll just take the highways for a while
F C G
Roadside motels, how many times have we raised Hell?
F C G
Besides, them wide roads, always sooner than Bright Eyes best
F C G
So, put on something exciting like that CCR record you bought me back
F C G
When I was feeling sorry for myself
F C G
I used to fucking hate it when you'd ask, 'Have you ever seen the rain, babe?'
F C G
When I was pissed off 'bout some other bullshit
F C G
So, how many times have we made it through?
F C G
I know it ain't your job to always get me through it, yeah
F C G
You've been through enough for the both of us
F C G
That's why I thank God that he gave me you, yeah
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
F
The older I get
G
So much more that I'm thinking about
C G Am
Ways I might wind up dead
F G
But never, no, not once do I think about my life
C
Without you in it
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Am C
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
F G C
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
F
The older I get
G
So much more that I'm thinking about
C G Am
Ways I might wind up dead
F G
But never, no, not once do I think about my life?
F G
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life?
F G
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life
C
Without you in it, babe