C                                              F             G
Smoke fills the dreams of the lives gone lonely, wait in line pay the man
    C                      F                                 G
You might see John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds
   C                       F                         G               C
Sheriff Brown and common radar, honky tonks and biker bars finding worth in 
F                       G
world from inside of a rental car
D                  A          Am                       G
Roll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel lights so
D                   A        Am                G
The blessing is counted, when the deal goes down
D             A     Am   G
So on and on we roll