Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Sounds like Pat plays a D. This sounds close
Baby's just a little bit tired of the city
Billboards and bullshit got her down
Seem like you need a little hill country
Little backroads driving, little bit of the old top down
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Forget about yourself for awhile
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me
Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight
Ok, alright, carry on
Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville
You know his eyes have seen the miles
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Forget about yourself for awhile
Will go down to El Arroyo have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go
Ok, alright, just might try to get it right tonight
Ok, alright, carry on, yeah
Solo
Play chords of the Chorus and then Intro
I'm gonna make sure that you got your troubles
I'm gonna make sure that you work too hard
Ain't nobody that don't get tired
Watch your troubles pile up big in your own backyard
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands
Set it spinning off on a course all your own
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Forget about yourself for awhile
Lay your whole life upon a shelf, got no one to blame but your own damn self
Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight
Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright,
Oh carry on, yeah