More Trucks Than Cars

I prefer to use barre chords for this song. Like this:
   Ab  Gb  Db  Bbm  Eb
E|-4---2---9---1----6--| 
B|-4---2---9---2----8--| 
G|-5---3---10--3----8--| 
D|-6---4---11--3----8--| 
A|-6---4---11--1----6--| 
E|-4---2---9---1----6--| 

(intro)
2x
Ab       Gb        Db


(verse)
Ab                Gb               Dd
  Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
Ab                    Gb                  Db
  Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin’ off your tank knows your name
Ab             Gb           Db
  Water tower, power lines, swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign
Bbm                            Eb
  And county fairs, raise your hands up if you’ve been there


(chorus)
Ab                                Gb            Db
Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
        Bbm                                        Eb
And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night.
       Ab                 Db
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again
    Bbm                           Dd
And pray that our boys come home alive
 Db                       Bbm                              Eb
And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
(no chord)                     Ab   Gb  Db, Ab  Gb  Db
Where there’s more trucks than cars.


(verse)
          Ab                 Gb               Db
Well, I’ve been there on the concrete of them big city streets
                 Ab                   Gb
In my Ford truck, traffic jam in the town square
        Db                        (no chord)
Told my buddies living up there,   good luck
Ab                Gb               Db
Meanwhile back in Tennessee we’re raising our babies and our own green beans
Bbm                        Eb
  Kicking up dust, come on down when you had enough



(chorus)
Ab                                Gb            Db
Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
        Bbm                                        Eb
And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night.
       Ab          Gb       Db
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again
    Bbm                          Db
And pray that our boys come home alive
              Bbm                                          Eb
And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
Eb
Where there’s more trucks than cars.

(instrumental)
2x
Ab       Gb        Db


(out)
(no chord)
Where there’s biscuits, grits and gravy, your pretty waitress calls you baby

And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night.
       Ab          Gb       Db
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all come back again
    Bbm           Ab             Db
And pray that our boys come home alive
Db                        Bbm                              Db
And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
Db                             Ab Gb Db
Where there’s more trucks than cars.
                               Ab Gb, Db Ab Db      Ab
Where there’s more trucks than cars.