Lubbock

G Cadd9 G Cadd9 2x F C G Cadd9 G Cadd9 If ya headed west on 84, you're in her driveway G Cadd9 G Cadd9 she'll greet ya with a welcome mat, cotton fields and a wind turbine boquet G Cadd9 G Cadd9 The sinkin' summer sun's her porch light, and it's so bright I look away G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Mac Davis playin' on the stereo brings a smile to my face G Cadd9 F C God I miss this place G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat are all knee high G Cadd9 F C I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky G Cadd9 G Cadd9 A little windy but I don't mind, a little breeze through my hair suits me just fine G Cadd9 F C You oughta see them stars burn at night D Cadd9 Feelin' low on the road, time to head back home D F C G Cadd9 There's nothin' like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high, ohhh ohhh G Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Writin' hearts a lady, she gave birth to rock & roll G Cadd9 G Cadd9 If ya asked her where her heart's at, she'd tell ya she's got country in her soul G Cadd9 G Cadd9 And you can hear 'em sing that on broadway, or down in a deep hole G Cadd9 F C She goes to Buddy Holly, stand in line and singin' these songs G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat are all knee high G Cadd9 F C I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky G Cadd9 G Cadd9 A little windy but I don't mind, a little breeze through my hair suits me just fine G Cadd9 F C You oughta see them stars burn at night D Cadd9 Feelin' low on the road, time to head back home D F C G Cadd9 There's nothin' like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high, ohhh yeah G Cadd9 3x Em Cadd9 Em Cadd9 The farmers workin' hard all week, breakin' their backs Em Cadd9 Sendin' prayers to an autumn harvest moon Em Cadd9 Em Cadd9 And on saturdays they paint that town, scarlet & black Em Cadd9 Off of 19th street down where, the lights are blue, blueeeeeeeeee G Cadd9 2x G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Take me home where the air is dry, the cotton and the winter wheat are all knee high G Cadd9 F C A boy and a girl with a dream, could touch the sky G Cadd9 G Cadd9 A little windy but I don't mind, a little breeze through my hair suits me just fine G Cadd9 F C You oughta hear them victory bells ringin' on a saturday night D Cadd9 Feelin' low on the road, time to head back home D Cadd9 The friendliest place I've ever known D F C G Cadd9 G Cadd9 There's nothin' like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high, ohhh ohhh G Cadd9 Gonna get me hiiiiiigh F C 2x