All Trucks Go To Heaven Chords by BoomTown Saints

Intro | Bb | F | Gm | Eb |


     Bb                                    F
That vinyl on the bench seat's startin' to tear
              Gm                                 Eb
And there's a new crack in the dash every week I swear


              Bb
A little more static on the radio
         F
All them miles are startin' to show
            Gm
It's just a matter of time I know
         Eb
Before I have to let her go


          Bb
I hope it winds up where them streets of gold
        F
Turn it back 40 wide open red dirt roads
       Gm
Up and runnin'
                     Eb
My old bird dog shot gunnin'


     Bb
Cold six in the console, windows down
   F
Zebco's in the short bed rod tips out
Gm
Earnhardt sticker in the rearview
      Eb
Sun's settin', and I'm bettin'


   Gm        F                  Eb
If God loves good ole boys like me
                 Bb
All trucks go to heaven


     Bb                                  F
Them horses ain't as fast comin' off the red
         Gm                                Eb
And that tailgate's barely hangin' on by a thread


     Bb
That chromes 'bout bit the dust
         F
And that paint cant fight the rust
        Gm
I don't wanna give her up
    Eb
But damn goodbyes are tough


          Bb
I hope it winds up where them streets of gold
        F
Turn it back 40 wide open red dirt roads
       Gm
Up and runnin'
                     Eb
My old bird dog shot gunnin'


     Bb
Cold six in the console, windows down
   F
Zebco's in the short bed rod tips out
Gm
Earnhardt sticker in the rearview
      Eb
Sun's settin', and I'm bettin'


   Gm        F                  Eb
If God loves good ole boys like me
                 
All trucks go to heaven


Instru | Bb | F | Gm | Eb |


       Cm                   Bb          Eb
I know these Goodyears have seen better days
      Cm             Bb              Eb
But I hate to see it ridin' out this way (way, way)


        Bb
Hope it winds up where them streets of gold
        F
Turn it back 40 wide open red dirt roads
       Gm
Up and runnin'
                     Eb
My old bird dog shot gunnin'


     Bb
Cold six in the console, windows down
   F
Zebco's in the short bed rod tips out
Gm
Earnhardt sticker in the rearview
      Eb
Sun's settin', and I'm bettin'


   Gm        F                  Eb
If God loves good ole boys like me
     Gm   F              Eb
Then man, I just gotta believe


                 Bb     F
All trucks go to heaven
                 Gm     Eb
All trucks go to heaven