Montgomery Gentry

^Em Old white ^C washed barn doors
^G Rain rusted ^D tin
^Em Straw packed shirt and blue ^C jeans
^G Hangin' in the ^D wind
There's never th ^C/G e time for thes ^Em e bones t ^D o mend
^Em Up before the s ^C un dries
^G The frost on my ^D fields
^Em I've got this ^C diesel burnin'
^G Turnin' these four ^D wheels
Across thi ^C/G s land ^Em I b ^D een handed down
I feel m ^C/G y roots ru ^Em n deep in this ^D ground
Chorus:
^G So stand m ^D e up... tall in this seat
^C Lord help me ^Em guide this plow ^D beneath my feet
^G And turn this ^D earth over one more time
^C Some say t ^G(Em his way of life ^D is done
^C/G But not for my father's ^Em son
^Em Three Gener ^C ations
^G Before I ever ^D came
^Em Cut back these ti ^C mbers
And ^G bet their lives o ^D n grain
And I want t ^C/G o see jus ^Em t once before ^D I die
Us doin ^C/G ' more than jus ^Em t barely gettin ^D g by
Chorus
Solo CGDCGD
^Em Now and then I walk my ^C fence
^G Down old county ^D road
^Em And watch the cars go ^C rushin' by
^G And disappear like ^D ghosts
Out where th ^C/G e sky meets th ^Em e ambe ^D r waves
Yeah I'm ^C/G a rock in thi ^Em s land Go ^D d made
Chorus & Fade