| G | C | |
| Daddy won a radio, tuned it to a country show |
| D | C | D | |
| I was rockin' in the cradle, to the cryin' of a steel guitar |
| G | C | |
| Mama used to sing to me, taught me that sweet harmony |
| D | C | G | |
| Now she worries cause she never thought, I'd ever really take it this far |
| D | |
| Singin' in the bars |
| CHORUS: |
| G | C | G | |
| Chasin' that neon rainbow, livin' that honky tonk dream |
| G | Bm | Em | A | D | |
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| All I've ever wanted, was to pick this guitar and sing |
| C | G | C | A | |
| Just tryin' to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen |
| C | D | G | C | A | D | G | |
| Chasin' that neon rainbow, Livin' that honky tonk dream |
| G | C | |
| An atlas and a coffe cup, five pickers in an old Dodge truck |
| D | C | D | |
| Headin' down to Houston, for a show on Saturday night |
| G | C | |
| This overhead is killin' me, half the time I sing for free |
| D | C | G | |
| But when the crowd's into it, lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem alright |
| D | |
| Standin' in the spotlight |
| G | C | |
| Daddy's got a radio, he won it thirty years ago |
| D | C | D | |
| He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday" |
| G | C | |
| I made it up to Music Row, but lordy don't the wheels turn slow |
| D | C | G | |
| Still I wouldn't trade a minute, and I wouldn't have it any other way |
| D | |
| Just show me to the stage |
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