(Intro)
D, Bm, G, A x2

(Verso)
D                                Bm
Running round in this new truck, bank let's me borrow from month to month,
G                                                  A
Running out of credit and find a little cash on the radio.
D                                    Bm
Standing still they're blowing past, numbers on cars going NASCAR fast,
G                                     A
What I wouldn't give for a slow down, don't you know.

(Pré-Refrão)
            G                     A
Cause where I come from, only the horses run,
         G                       A
When the day is done, we take it easy.

(Refrão 1)
D                             Bm
Meanwhile back at Mama's, the porch light's on come in if you wanna,
G                                              A
Supper's on the stove and beers in the fridge, red sun sinking out low on the ridge.
D                                               Bm
Game's on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes, whiskey keeps his whistle wet,
G                                                   A
Funny the things you thought you'd never miss, in a world gone crazy as this.


D, Bm, G, A

(Verso)
       D                                      Bm
Well I found a girl and we don't fit in here. Talk about how hard it is to breathe here,
     G                                                         A
Even with the windows down can't catch a southern breeze here, One of these days gonna
pack it up and leave here

(Refrão 1)
D                             Bm
Meanwhile back at Mama's, the porch light's on come in if you wanna,
G                                              A
Supper's on the stove and beers in the fridge, red sun sinking out low on the ridge.
D                                               Bm
Game's on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes, whiskey keeps his whistle wet,
G                                                   A
Funny the things you thought you'd never miss, in a world gone crazy as this.


D, Bm, G, A x2

(Verso)
      D                                        Bm
Oh, I miss, yeah, a little dirt on the road. I miss corn growing in a row.
  G                                          A
I miss being somebody everybody knows, where everybody knows everybody.
  D                            Bm
I miss those small town roots. Walking around in muddy boots.
    G                                      A
The sound of rain on an old tin roof, it's time we head on back.

(Refrão 2)
       D                             Bm
'Cause meanwhile back at Mama's, the For Sale sign's going up and I'm gonna,
G                                         A
Dump this truck and the little I got on a loan to own and a three-acre lot.
    D                                           Bm
Put supper on the stove and beer in the fridge, going for broke and we're gonna be rich,
G                                         A
Watch the sun setting on the ridge, baby, tell me what you think about this


D, Bm, G, A
Me and you back at Mama's.
D, Bm, G, A
Yeah, me and you back at Mama's.