Am G Well, the trouble with tires is they never grow tiredF C Of rolling out open roadG F And there's always a line that you can't seem to findAm As down the road you go Am Am/E Am/G x2 [VERSE 2]Am G So I'll always take horses to do my workF C though the pay is hard to growG F And they bow down their heads in the devil's weeds,Am Toss them to and froAm Am/E Am/G Am [CHORUS]F To and fro-uh-ohC G To and fro-oh-oo-ohF Down in the devil's weedsC G And on they go-uh-uh-ohAm Am/E Am/G x3 [INTERLUDE] Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2 [VERSE 3]Am G Long before the trains on the great wide plainsF C Where the antelope did roamG F The cold was stern and the sunshine burnedAm At night the sky would glow Am Am/E Am/G x2 [VERSE 4]Am G And the wind touched down on the rolling groundF C Where the prairie grass did growG F And it danced in waves through the paper bladesAm Tossed them to and froAm Am/E Am/G Am [CHORUS]F To and fro-uh-ohC G To and fro-oh-oo-ohF Far from the roving eyeC G And on they go-uh-uh-oh Am Am/E Am/G x3 [INTERLUDE] Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2Am [CHORUS]F To and fro-uh-ohC G To and fro-oh-oo-ohF Far from the roving eyeC G And on they go-uh-uh-oh
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Doug Paisley
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