'We Rode In Trucks' by Luke Bryan - Guitar Tutorial

            This strum pattern isn't exactly right but it sounds pretty close.
D-D-U-D-D-U-U-D-D

Intro: E   A   E   A

Verse 1:
       E
Down where I born it was heaven on earth.
   A
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
E                         B
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
       E
We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids.
       A
You either lived on a farm or wish you did.
E                     B
Jesus always walked close by our side.
        F#m  B       E       A   
   A
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Verse 2:
     E
There's a lot about life you can learn on a bus,
     A
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.
   E                            B
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.
     E
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.
A
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin.
E                        B
Thank God we get more than just one shot.
        F#m  B       E
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Chorus:
     B       A                     E
That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on.
     B       A                  F#m
That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done.
    B        A            E      E/G# 
      A
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
A             F#m       B
It wasn't that long ago.


Verse 3:
E
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
A
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
   E                 B
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
     E
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games.
A                      F#m
Then it was girls, and everything changed,
     B
In our lives.
               F#m  B       E
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks.

Chorus 2
     B       A               E
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
     B     A              F#m
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
   B        A           E       E/G# 
      A
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
              F#m           B           A  
 B
It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah.

Outro:
       E
Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.
   A
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
E                         B
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
        F#m B          E
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.