Canaan Smith - Bronco Chords

Capo 1

D                       G                     
Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage
D
To buy some Pittsburgh steel when you come of age
G                                                     D A
Even more to get it running and shinning like you did
D
It was two tone tar heel blue and white 
D
Couple kinwood speakers tuned just right
G                                         D A 
Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
       Bm              G              D                  A
It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed.
          Bm               G                        
Just some teenage no fear, half bald good years
D                      A     D
That still turned on a dime
              Bm        G             A                  D
It was freedom  calling   pulling you down that backroad
               Bm       G                 A                  D
It was our time  flying   and a hell of a ride in that bronco

|Bm |Em |A |

      D
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave

Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
    G                                              D   A
And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you
         D
And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hurse
   G                                           A
If I only could fix things like someone I once knew
              Bm              G            D                   A
I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain
    Bm            G                D               A   D
All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name
              Bm        G             A                  D
It was freedom  calling   pulling you down that backroad
               Bm       G                 A                  Bm
It was our time  flying   and a hell of a ride in that bronco

|Bm |G |  |D |  |A |

A                  Bm
It was a hell of a ride
                   G
It was a hell of a ride

|G |D |  |  |
|A |Bm |Em |  |
|D |A |D |

A
Freedom calling
                D
Freedom calling
              Bm        G             A                  D
It was freedom  calling   pulling you down that backroad
               Bm       G                 A                 
It was our time  flying   and a hell of a ride 
   D         Bm        G
It was small town high hopes
             A                       D
Why it ended there only heaven knows
         Bm       G                 A                   D
A brother  a hero   and a hell of a ride in that bronco

|Bm |Em |A |
                   
                   D
It was a hell of a ride

|A |  |

D                                     A               D
Takes a lifetime of prayers on bended knees to try to come to peace with your memory