Capo 1 D G Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage D To buy some Pittsburgh steel when you come of age G A Even more to get it running and shinning like you did D It was two tone tar heel blue and white D Couple kinwood speakers tuned just right G A Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid Bm G D A It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed. Bm G Just some teenage no fear, half bald good years D A D That still turned on a dime Bm G A D It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad Bm G A D It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco |Bm |Em |A | D Momma still puts flowers out by your grave Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race G D A And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you D And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hurse G A If I only could fix things like someone I once knew Bm G D A I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain Bm G D A D All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name Bm G A D It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad Bm G A Bm It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco |Bm |G | |D | |A | A Bm It was a hell of a ride G It was a hell of a ride |G |D | | | |A |Bm |Em | | |D |A |D | A Freedom calling D Freedom calling Bm G A D It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad Bm G A It was our time flying and a hell of a ride D Bm G It was small town high hopes A D Why it ended there only heaven knows Bm G A D A brother a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco |Bm |Em |A | D It was a hell of a ride |A | | D A D Takes a lifetime of prayers on bended knees to try to come to peace with your memory