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Intro
Verse
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She had faded red paint on her windshield
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Said, 'Zero dollars down, come make a deal'
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Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more
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Rocking three good years and miss you lane
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A tailgate hanging on by a thread
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With an old V8 knock-knocking on heaven's door
Pre Chorus
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Lord knows it wasn't perfect
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But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it
Chorus
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Hell, yeah, those were the good days
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Driving by my own rules
F# B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F# B
Man, I never felt more cool
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They say ain't nothin' like the first time
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And it was love at first drive
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Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school
Solo
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Verse
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I was playing chicken with a check engine light
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Sent a twenty dollar bill to the emission guy
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Got her shined up good for that game every Friday night
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Lord knows it wasn't perfect
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But I was happy it was working
(Working)
Chorus
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Hell, yeah, those were the good days
F# B
Driving by my own rules
F# B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F# B
Man, I never felt more cool
F# B
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
F# B
And it was love at first drive
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Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school
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(That truck I drove)
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Bridge
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I bet she's running like nothin's changed
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Duck tape, zip tie, static on the radio
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Driving on the back, kissing on twenty-four
Chorus
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Hell, yeah, those were the good days
F# B
Driving by my own rules
F# B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F# B
Man, I never felt more cool
F# B
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
F# B
And it was love at first drive
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Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school
Outro
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
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I kinda wonder where she's at these days
I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder
Written by Andrew Albert/Devin Dawson/Jordan Schmidt/Mitchell Tenpenny