Debut single from Chris Lane: Broken Windshield View
Chorded by: Justin Peterson
Capo 3
A G D x2
A
I grew up here where there aint much blacktop,
G D
The headlights on the interstate dont stop.
A
Any man worth his weight plows a straight row,
G D
And all the money is the grain in the silo.
A
Theres just enough home grown pretty girls,
G D
Growin up around here that like to sip cold beer.
A
Its a blink and you miss it kinda town,
G*
The kind of place that makes the world go round.
A
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
G D
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
A
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
G D
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
A
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
G D
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
A
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G* D*
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
A G D
A
A truck beds got a half roll of barbed wire,
G D
A bail of hay and a patched up spare tire.
A
Cross on a chain hangin from a rear view,
G D
Fifth in a brown paper sack packing 80 proof.
A
A sun droppin off into that cornfield,
G D
Thunderhead lightning comin right behind it.
A
These two lane roads aint paved in gold,
G*
Man flying gravels all I know.
A
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
G D
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
A
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
G D
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
A
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
G D
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
A
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G D
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
A G D
Yeah, cmon
A G D
A
Yeah its just a blink and you miss it kind of town,
G* D*
The kind of place that makes the world go round.
A
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
G D
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
A
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
G D
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
A
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
G D
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
A
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G D
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
A
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G* D*
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
A G D
From a broken windshield view
A G D
Yeah
A G D
* = Strum Once
