Radio Jam

G D G D Em C

G                                                           D
There was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's truck
                                 Em
Picking up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date
        C
Doin' under 35 jammin' big 98
           G
With your hair in the wind feet on the dash
                 D                                            Em
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
                                   C
Just fishin' for love through the radio jam
C                  G
So let the radio jam
D                 Em  C
So let the radio jam

G
Man we thought we were something with that new Justin Moore bumpin
     D
And buzzing off of some beers had like two bud lights in my stomach
       Em
Blowin smoke but not inhalin,
We were just tryna be cool
        C
Tryna impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
             G
We was doing burn outs getting tickets and the cops knew our first names
       D
Game warden gave us tickets for fishing down at Cheatham Dam
     Em
No sense and no license
Just a couple gallons of gas
       C
And a love for summer time and that new hot (hot) track

G                                                          D
There was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's truck
                                 Em
Picking up girls with the tags expired
                             C
To a Dairy Queen date doing under 35 jammin big 98
           G
With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
                D                                              Em
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
                                     C
Just fishin' for love through the radio jam
C                  G
 So let the radio jam
D                 Em  C
 So let the radio jam

           G
If I could talk to all the artists who came through my muddy speakers
             D                                                           Em
While I was tailgating in a field with both of my fists bleeding cause I just got in a fight
And I thought I was gonna be in trouble
        C
When I walked in daddy's house we looked at me and then he chuckled
          G
He said "what's he look like?"
I said "I don't know cause my adrenaline"
D
Plus it was just me verses like 3 or 4 of them
       Em
But I didn't let them get me
                                      C
I slammed one on his head the Timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat

       G                                         D                    Em
Cause there was a time when I would drive to the edge of that county line
                             C
To a Dairy Queen date doin' under 35 jammin big 98
           G
With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
                 D                                Em
A box of night crawlers and two poles in a single cab
C                   G
 So let the radio jam
D                   Em C
 So let that radio jam
C                G  D Em  C
 Let the radio jam

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