Grounded

D D

     D                   Bm
Well I've been down... a thousand roads
    C               G              D
But I still hold on to my hometown area code
           D                        Bm
'Cause the memories made... And the lessons learned
     C               G               D
Keep one hand on the wheel no matter where I turn

    A                                   G/E
I'm glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
    D                                      A
And I can't blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
    A                                   G/E
And don't forget the girl that broke my heart and wrecked my plans
       D                  A
'Cause they made me who I am
          G                           A
From the red dirt on my boots, to the red word Gospel truth
     C               G                  A
I'm tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
D

     D                   Bm
When I left home... well I knew it all
      C              G               D
I was gonna tear the world up like a wreckin' ball
         D                            Bm
But the world don't care... what you think you know
    C             G              D
Now every time it hits me like a big brick wall

    A                                   G/E
I'm glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
    D                                      A
And I can't blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
    A                                   G/E
And don't forget the girl that broke my heart and wrecked my plans
       D                  A
'Cause they made me who I am
          G                           A
From the red dirt on my boots, to the red word Gospel truth
     C               G                  A
I'm tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
D

    A
I'm grounded
         G                D                    A
Like the tallest pine on top of the Blue Ridge mountains
      G              D           A
And I wouldn't wanna be no other way

    A                                   G/E
I'm glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
    D                                      A
And I can't blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
    A                                   G/E
everyone along the way who ever gave a damn
       D                  A
'Cause they made me who I am
          G                           A
From the red dirt on my boots, to the red word Gospel truth
     C               G                  A
I'm tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
     C                  G                  A
I'll never leave these roots that keep me grounded

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