Trisha Yearwood

Come on ^Em baby, let's get out of this ^D town
I got a ^Em full tank of gas, with the ^D top rolled down
There's ^A a chill in my bones, I don't want to ^Bm be left a ^G lone
So ^Em baby, you can ^G sleep while d ^D rive.
I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I'll carry my harp
I got some money I saved, enough to get underway
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams.
You know I've s ^A een it before
This mist that c ^G overs your ^D eyes
You've been l ^A ooking for something that's ^G not in your l ^D ife
My i ^A ntentions are true, won't you t ^Bm ake me with y ^G ou
And b ^Em aby, you can sl ^G eep while I ^D drive.
^Bm Oh, ^A oh, ^D oh is it other arms you want to
^Bm h--o- ^A -ld ^D you, the stranger,
the l ^A over, you're free
Bm G (pause)
Can't you get that with me?
Come on baby, let's get out of this town
I've got a full tank of gas, with the top rolled down
If you won't take me with you, I'll go before night is through
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
-Bruce Winges (WingesB@AOL.com)