White Gravel Chords

Intro: G Em G Em Verse 1: G Em My oak trees were ponderosa pines C D And my small town sat under that big sky G And my corn fields weren't corn fields Em They were wide open covered in cattle C It wasn't potholes in the pavement D Makin' my console rattle G It was white gravel C But I'd pretend that I was halfway G D Down the road to Amarillo C I'd turn it up, and sing it loud G D With my hand out the window Em The only difference was D C G The color of the dust stuck to the axles C Out where I grew up D G Em G Em My red dirt was white gravel

Verse 2: G It wasn't bass in a boat on a lake Em We were waist-deep wadin' in the river C And summer wasn't quite as hot D And winter came a whole lot quicker G My huckleberry wasn't on a page Em It was baked in a homemade pie C The wheels on my truck C Weren't made for the mud D They were made for the snow and ice G On white gravel C But I'd pretend that I was halfway G D Down the road to Amarillo C I'd turn it up, and sing it loud G D With my hand out the window Em The only difference was D C G The color of the dust stuck to the axles C Out where I grew up D G My red dirt was white gravel Em Three chords and the truth C Takin' the road less traveled D 'cause there wasn't nothin' better to do Instrumental Break G Em C D Out-Chorus C I'd pretend that I was halfway G D Down the road to Amarillo C I'd turn it up, and sing it loud G D With my hand out the window Em The only difference was D C G The color of the dust stuck to the axles C Out where I grew up D My red dirt C Oh, out where I grew up D G Em My red dirt was white gravel G Em White gravel